Triggered

"Here's your drink," Elara spoke softly while handing over a glass of juice to John with a neutral look which distorted to a deep frown when the audacious male caressed her hands before taking the glass.

"What's wrong?" John asked innocently, looking at her in a way that tickled her anger.

Elara shook her head before letting out a sigh, moving to sit opposite the male without replying.

"John, what do you want?" she asked, her voice holding a certain exhaustion to them which reflected her current turbulent mood.

John took a sip from his drink before lifting his eyes to Elara's, "You."

"Ha!" A sharp laugh slipped through her lips, her eyes widened comically, and she donned a smile that expressed her mood more than a frown ever could.

"What is it?" John questioned obliviously as if aiming to fan the flames brewing within Elara.