"So? What did Brian say?" Monica asked, placing her hands on her waist.
Tyson's heart beat quickened slightly, but he cleared his throat to distract her from it. "Sure, but Viktor and Alyssa were worried about you. Let's go meet them first." Tyson took her hand, leading her towards the door, but Monica froze in her position. She pulled her hand out of his grip, looking at him dubiously.
"You're hiding something," she muttered, her own heart pacing in her chest. She gulped. "First you delayed it by going to have food, now you're trying to dodge my question using Alyssa and Viktor. Just tell me, Tyson. What is it?" She asked.
Tyson bit his lip, shifting his gaze to the floor. He took a deep breath, trying to choose his words.
"Tyson please," Monica cried, her eyebrows furrowed togeth
