Everyone at the table sat staring at his retreating back—except Mia, who still stood frozen (though, also staring).
"My apple..." Austin whispered, looking at his stolen apple longingly. So that's where Michael got his apple.
"What, what, uh, what was that?" Logan stuttered, his dark brows scrunched low over his eyes.
"I have no idea," I said, shrugging. Which was nothing short of the truth. I really had no idea what was going on, why Michael was suddenly being nice to us and... I couldn't even comprehend the rest of it.
"Did something happen between you guys since yesterday that I haven't been informed about?" Logan inquired.
"I just woke up like ten minutes ago, L, so obviously no," I said before turning to a frozen Mia. "Mia?"
She jumped, startled, and moved to sit back down on the bench. "I have no idea what that was. Whatever it is, please just ignore him, okay, Cal?"
