Confab

A battle between the two, whose words clashed like swords and face shield their secret thoughts inside. It couldn't get any more thrilling than it already was. 

But what came as surprising were the sparks arousing from their fight were ironically also igniting a fire of curiosity within their minds.

They passed comments on each other's opinions and stories, but deep down they found a similarity in expression between them.

"You remind me of my mom in a way." Ayana complimented her with a smirk but the lady didn't take it so lightly.

"Is this your way of proposing to me to be your mother-in-law?" She asked with her one angular brow question marked but Ayana disregarded her claim with pleasure.

"You seem to think too highly of yourself, lady. I simply mentioned your tongue being as sharp as my mother's."