"Jiana Chavez and Lucas Narvaez? Are they at it now?!" A girl who had the audacity to shout it at the while place said.
I didn't mind it and so did Lucas because his eyes are focused on my sketchpad while he's busy preparing his food.
I faked a cough and closed my journal and placed it on top of my sketchpad, blocking whatever he's looking at.
Upon that move, he lifted his eyes on mine and I quickly recomposed myself. I actually want to eat my nuggets but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Leaving is a choice too. But I'd rather not. Even though my feet is itching and urging me to.
I looked around the cafe and saw people staring at us. I also looked for some vacant seats and saw that there are many of them.
I cleared my throat and asked him, "Why are you here?"
He raised his eyebrow at me and took a bite on his lunch.
"Eating," he said with his 'duh' expression.
I watched him with my irritated expression. Why does he talk so rude, anyways?
