Yasmin approached him, slowly and steadily. Her heart was thumping while a voice inside her head was screaming not to give in and reminding her that he had not said sorry yet.
What would she do with her heart, which begged her to hug him? How could she be angry at him when he was showing his care?
She stood in front of him, staring straight into his eyes. Despite her heart being ready to burst, she pretended to be calm. Only her grip on the bag's straps became tighter.
She waited impatiently to hear something from him, who kept gazing at her silently. She grew restless under his scorching gaze.
'Say something,' she murmured under her breath.
When he didn't say a word, she became irritated. She scowled at him and walked away.
"Get in." Those two words finally escaped his mouth.
Yasmin paused momentarily to say, "I will take a cab." Then she resumed walking.
