âJusâ â what?â Becka replied, a signature LeBeau smirk on her face.Â
âOh, youâre just awful Rebecca,â she exclaimed while crossing her arms. Having clued into the otherâs game at last, her posture really was of a playful manner despite her display of pouting before she spoke again, âYouâre really going to make me say it arenât you?âÂ















