"I wasn't expecting this out of you, Amaira. Following me?" Ryan's deep husky voice gave a little shake to the lady.
Turning around at a slow rate, she faced him with her undoubted and shocked eyes. "N-No… who told you that?"
"Then may I know what you are actually doing here!? In the same hotel where I and Ellen came?" Ryan had tugged his hands into his pocket yet the dark lining of his eyes never faded.
The same gave a fright to Amaira who could feel her breath halting in the middle already. 'Why is he passing me so many death gazes?'
Not like she is any culprit but surely his words sound like he caught a thief.
Lifting her chin, Amaira opened her mouth, "I came with my friend. Then I saw you and Ellen, so I thought of why not to ask you guys for a lift."
"Lift?" His brows raised in suspicion, to which she vigorously nodded her head. "Yes. I wasn't interested in going in the local taxi. And why do that? When I already know you guys."