He said to wait until they got home. He said he would tell her everything and in return, she promised to listen. She promised herself to understand. Well, they were home now but still nothing. There was not a single word out of him yet, nothing but the clattering of knives and forks against plates.
Becca let out a disappointed sigh, proceeding to take a small bite from the meat on her fork. Still, chewing the food in her mouth, she couldn't help flitting her gaze from Fernanda to Leo whose seat was opposite to hers. After Leo's shameless demonstration of lust, Becca ensured to keep a potent distance from him whenever they shared a meal with Fernanda in the dining hall and it was almost too facile. All Becca had to do was wait for Leo to take his seat first then once that phase was taken care of, she would scurry her way to the other side of the table— to sit next to Fernanda.
