"What?" Vazer asked, his eyes slightly widened in shock as he tightened his fist, trying to hold on to every bit of calm that he could.
"That—" He paused, taking a deep breath and leaning back into his chair as he turned his entire attention to Hayna and Mooza, who sat side by side.
"Javi was indeed with you?" he asked. "For how long?" he asked again, his eyebrows scrunched together as he barely hung on to the calm he pretended to feel by a loose thread.
"Yes! For about an hour!" Hayna responded with an expression that was just as serious, especially since Vazer's family had just been killed, and she could clearly see that he wasn't okay, even if he pretended to be.
Unable to imagine what she would have done if it had been her.
"We barely spoke, and the artist who brought the art spoke more, but I am sure!" Hayna concluded, unable to believe that she could have been deceived into not knowing whether or not it was Javi.
