Ivonne's POV
"What?" I questioned in a laugh, offering him a dumb expression as I thought maybe I heard wrong, nonetheless his expression remained the same. "Did you seriously just ask me that?"
"Yes," he affirmed. "I did."
"Why?" I chuckled, my palm flying to my lips in a bid to stop my laugh.
"Because I care Ivonne," he blurted, shoving his palm into the right side pocket of his slacks.
"Wow," I snickered. "That's the goldden lie of the century."
"I'm not playing you Ivonne," he argued. "I honestly care for you which is why I came up to ask you this."
"Then don't," I clipped back at him, my laughter instantly dying down. "Don't what?" He implored in a frown.
"Care," I repeated. "Don't care for me Lincoln. You never did when I needed you too so doing so now is utterly useless."
"What can I do?" He groaned, running his fingers through his hair. "Now you are out of my sight I find myself thinking and worrying about you."