"Whoa," Szeina countered their curious stares. "Wait, you saw that?"
"Let's just say that there are three pairs of eyes shooting dagger looks at your mysterious ride from somewhere visible." Neyandro replied. He was leaning on the door that led to the Veranda, a smug look on his face. His arms were crossed against his chest.
"From my peripheral view, he was quite handsome." Granola teased, batting her eyes at Szeina.
"Oh no, we're not having that talk right now."
Szeina evaded them, making her way to the ready glass and poured herself a grape juice from the glass pitcher standing beside the bucket containing the champagne bottle.
Granola followed after her. She took the glass away from Szeina and took a sip from it herself, garnering an eye roll from the latter.
"You're not running away from this. Who was he?"
Giving up the hope of hiding Yvann's identity, Szeina blew out a sigh.
