"Hey, what are you doing looking at your communicator?" Cia asked, in the middle of making herself a quick sandwich, "You've been doing it a lot."
Throughout the entire time, Peter had constantly stole glances at his watch, while also simultaneously keeping an eye on Layla. Unfortunately, Cia had been quite suspicious of the two, which he couldn't blame as he certainly felt suspicious. He wasn't expecting to be suddenly thrust into the role of Layla handler after a tense day with the dalki.
"Uh, um," Peter mumbled, looking at his watch again.
"Oh yeah! It's the curfew, isn't it?" Cia said, pointing at a digital clock on the corner desk.
Peter looked at the desk clock, already painfully aware of the time, "Oh, yes, right, the time! I was thinking that it was almost time for me to leave!"
"Well yeah, maybe you should leave, I'm about to head to bed," Cia commented as she headed into the bathroom.
The moment the door was closed, Layla's grip on Peter's hand grew tightly.
