LXX
"WHAT'S WITH THE SMILE?" Laia asks.
The boy pointed at his lips innocently. "Am I not allowed to smile now?"
"You are," Laia instantly frowns when she realized that the asshole was deliberately changing the course of their conversation so they wouldn't talk about what they should be talking about. "Why did you even bring me here if you're not going to talk?"
"I am talking, though?"
"You--" Laia shook her head in frustration. "You are frustrating,"
"So I've been told," He suddenly reaches out for the car drawer in front of Laia and took a box of cigarettes. "Do you mind if I smoke?"
"I already told you before that I hate how it smells," Laia rolled her eyes. Of course, he wouldn't remember it. "Whatever, it's your car,"
Looks like Laia would just have to cover her nose with the handkerchief that she somehow still had with her.