"Mila…" Remy's voice pulled Mila back.
Mila wiped her tears away sneakily and turned to him.
"I've been looking for you," he said, stepping closer. His eyes scanned her face. "What happened? You look pale."
"I…" Mila hesitated for a moment.
'Can I use your phone?' The words almost slipped out, but she stopped when she noticed the guard approaching.
"I don't feel good," she said, pressing her fingers on her forehead. "I want to go back."
"Okay, okay…" Remy wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "We will leave."
"What's going on?" the guard asked sharply as he approached. "Why did you disappear?"
"Relax, man," Remy said. "She just came to the restroom. She is not feeling well. Can't you see it?"
The guard scowled at Mila but said nothing.
"Instead of questioning her, go get the car ready," Remy added firmly. "We are leaving."
The guard gave them a cold look before heading out.
