His arms crossed around his chest, hip leaning against the rounded edge of the table, Eric stood, his back turned to Hera. Michael lifted his foot and placed it on the armrest of the chair Noel sat on. Hera rolled her eyes at the exaggerated action unfolding in front of her.
She and Noel were having lunch at the school's food court before Michael had rudely interrupted their conversation.
Noel didn't even blink while his eyes glared at Michael. The latter had his hands shoved in his trousers' pockets, one foot firmly planted on the ground while the other stayed on the armrest. He leaned forward, looking into Noel's eyes.
