"Hey bro! Not to sound rude, but what the fuck is going on with you?" said Yvonne with a strained, almost concerned smile.
Yannick and a few others gathered near, glanced in her direction, confusion evident in their expressions. However, her brother quickly realized the meaning behind her crude words and chuckled lightheartedly.
"Nothing's going on, sis! In fact, I feel better than ever!"
His words didn't placate Yvonne's concern. Instead, his wide, joyous smile only made her more suspicious and worried.
"Don't joke around, Yannick! You never smile, not truly at least. Your smiles always contain suffering and lack emotion. Now tell me what changed before I beat the answer out of you!"
Her brother chuckled again. However, this time his smile didn't hold any happiness, and his laughter was self-deprecating.
