Walking in, Camila insisted, "Tell me what you wanted to say earlier."

“Forget it. It was nothing," Forrest replied calmly.

Camila shot him a glare.

Pouring a glass of water for her, Forrest chuckled. "Alright. Calm down. You're still injured."

Taking the water, Camila walked toward the couch and sat by the window. “Okay, then spill."