𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐘 | ᴊᴀᴇᴊɪ

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐞 ( 𝐀𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 )

Camila, with eyes sharp, gaze piercing, proclaimed,
"No body, no trail, but guilty," she aimed.

Jaemin, pondering, his voice low,
"No story, so is she?" inquisitive flow.

Camila nodded, a flicker of regret in her tone,
"You make a good point,it's a pity," she bemoaned.

Mark, with a furrowed brow, voiced his concern,
"She's like chili, but now she's acting shifty," a discern.

Jaemin's retort, a smirk in his voice,
"Sounds like you in your fifties," his choice.

Mark, bristling, shot back without grace,
"Stop acting shitty," in a tense embrace.

But amidst the banter, a plan did brew,
"Anyways, how about we talk to Eva before you kill me?" Jaemin threw.

Camila, nodding, agreed with a decree,
"I'll go ask Sarah about her, so we will see."