Abigail's heart slammed against her ribs as Jamal's words hung between them.
She had spoken. Out loud.
And he had heard her.
She quickly reached for her phone, pausing her music, before snapping her gaze to him. His brown eyes held hers, sharp with surprise and something else— something lost between curiosity and amusement.
Her mind scrambled for an explanation, but she knew there was none. Instead, she exhaled sharply and raised her hands to sign, [I don't share personal details with strangers.]
Jamal snorted, shaking his head. "That's rich coming from someone like you that asks strangers personal questions. What kind of person pretends to be mute when they can talk?"
Abigail frowned at his bluntness but didn't react beyond lifting her hands again. [It's not your business. Just ignore me like you did earlier and focus on yourself.]
