"I'm sorry, I... I..."
Frightened, Tristan Grayson quickly let Mika Summers go and began to explain nervously. But before he could finish, Mika cut him off coldly. "Let's just go home."
With that, Mika Summers got straight into the car and sat in the back seat.
Tristan Grayson glanced at the clothes on the ground, then back at her. A pained expression flashed in his eyes, and he grew even more frustrated with himself for what had just happened.
The two of them were silent the entire way, the atmosphere as tense as it could be.
The moment the car stopped in front of the house, Mika Summers opened her door and got out. Tristan Grayson, on the other hand, stayed in the car. His hand trembled slightly as he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it.
He had just finished one cigarette and was about to light a second when his phone rang. Frowning, he put the unlit cigarette back in its case, pulled out his phone, and answered.
"Hello?"
