"My story?" He asked while pausing to cool off his soup. The whole crew turned silent, the only sounds were panicky breaths, and spoons scraping the bottom of bowls. I raised an eyebrow noticing how Ellos and Carlos acted like the rest, like statues.
Was it curiosity or is it the fact that they're all hiding something? I picked up my spoon stirring the remaining broth, raising my eyebrow at the current position that I was in.
"Yes, your story." I finally nodded my head, meeting his cold eyes, it took me everything to not gulp in slight fear. Instead, I gripped the blanket that I was covered in, giving me something to hold for whatever tragic back story he had.
"Nice one, Willow, however, it's not time for you to know." He replied with a smirk, and I groaned at the answer. 'That's not the answer I wanted!' I thought bitterly while snatching my empty bowl from the table, glaring in the direction of the Captain.
