Enough to close the distance. Enough to make it deliberate.
Layla didn't move—but her shoulders tensed.
"You're right about one thing," Lara said quietly.
"I did grow up there."
A beat.
"And that's exactly why this—" she gestured faintly around them, dismissive "—doesn't even register."
The words weren't harsh. They were certain.
Layla's jaw tightened. "Then what? You just faint for no reason now?"
There it was. The push.
Lara's gaze returned to her fully this time.
And for the first time—
There was a hint of something colder beneath it.
"Not everything," she said slowly, "is something you'd understand just by watching."
The implication settled heavily. You don't know me. You don't get to judge me.
And more importantly—
You're not important enough for an explanation.
Summer's fingers curled slightly at her side.
Layla let out a short laugh—but this time, it rang hollow.
"You're acting pretty high and mighty for someone who—"
"Enough."
"Enough."
