"Are you alright? You're zoning out."
Lola's mouth fell open, utterly dumbfounded by where her mind had just taken her. She looked back at him, the culprit messing with her head.
"Oh, my god…" she closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I didn't just—"
Bitterness and shame quickly crept into her heart, clenching it so tight she wanted to disappear at that moment. How could she zone out and take this situation in such a different direction?
Confused, Atlas tilted his head. "Is there something wrong?" The moment the question left his tongue, he drew back as she glared daggers at him.
"Stay out of my head," she warned, pointing a finger at him. "Stay out of it."
"???"
"God," she scoffed, clicking her tongue as she strode off.
Watching her go, he furrowed his brows in confusion, his thought bubble overflowing with question marks.
"What did I do?" he wondered to himself.
