Farah's mouth hung open slightly as Asra simply turned and walked away. After a moment, she shook her head with a smile and made her way over to Saúl, who was still wearing the same smug expression as earlier.
"Ms. Dowling, you're very popular," he teased.
She tilted her head and narrowed her eyes. "Mr. Silva, you may need to begin searching for other forms of employment."
Saúl grinned. "I'm just glad you could spare a moment of your busy day to chat with me."
This made Farah roll her eyes. "You were the one who wanted to talk to me."
"Was I?" He feigned thinking in a very exaggerated motion, which was so unlike him that it caused Farah's stoic composure to break into a genuine smile.
"You are infuriating," she snapped, but the playful glint in her eyes gave her away. With Saúl, she felt like she was a teenager again.