Zyair was sitting in absolute composure checking something out on his cellphone. While Skyla's head was leaning on his shoulder, using it as a comfortable pillow as she slept in her drunken state. Zyair's coat was covering her upper body.
Lawrence's eyes almost popped out of his sockets as his head whirled back to face his boss and Zyair's amused eyes flitted to him and he lifted his right brow.
"What are you doing?" Lawrence asked in a shocked state, his brain unable to comprehend the scene in front of him.
"Scrolling through my phone," he nonchalantly added a newfound shade of self-composedness in his overall demeanour.
"You know what I am asking?" Lawrence's eyes narrowed at his boss, who was purposefully acting so ignorant. He never scrolled through his phone, he hated the damn thing. Mostly Lawrence had to carry it around for him.
