Yara Keats showed no interest in Xavier Lockwood's words. She just scoffed and said, "This script isn't working anymore. Are you sure you don't want to try a new one?"
"Since you're already convinced it's a script, what's the harm in seeing how it plays out?" Xavier Lockwood said. "Just treat it like you're watching a show. Think of it as watching a buffoon put on a performance."
His self-deprecation was so extreme that for a moment, Yara Keats almost felt the sincerity of his emotions. She was momentarily stunned.
When she came to her senses, she realized how ridiculous that thought had been.
'Sincere emotions from a buffoon?'
'Fine then. What's the harm in watching?'
Seeing Yara Keats's reaction, Xavier Lockwood pulled her toward his car, bundled her into the passenger seat, then quickly got into the driver's seat and drove away.
The car weaved through the city's streets and alleys, finally stopping in front of a neighborhood of old, low-rise buildings slated for demolition.
