“You can’t keep ignoring her, you know that, right?” You chuckle, looking at his monitors with a smug. Miguel simply ticked, crossing his arms as he found himself standing beside you while examining the monitors himself. “She’s annoying, and you know that.” His words sounded harsh yet understandable. The hum that escaped your breath seemed unsure by half of his sentence. “What? You’re on Layla’s side now?” He glares, but you raise your hands quickly, stopping him.