"Who is it?!" Nasser hissed at his man who seemed to be standing frozen on his spot. He turned, following the man's dumbfounded gaze only to be surprised at what he saw.
"Gilas?!" he exclaimed with a frown.
Gilas moved quickly, releasing Clara's lips before turning to his father.
"What is this?!" Nasser questioned.
"Kissing Clara," Gilas had a rogue smile on his face as he answered. "What else, Father?"
An awkward silence reigned over them as the tension in the atmosphere seemed to settle in at a moment's notice. After a beat, his father relented, quickly signaling for his men to disappear.
[Stop asking questions and making things more awkward for Clara! Isn't this what you wanted anyway?] Gilas quickly chided, telepathically talking to his father as he stood his ground.
