Johnny sat in front of her. Silent. Blue eyes narrowed in a disappointed glare that Becca didn't dare refute. She kept her mouth shut, hoping the intensity of his scowl would eventually debilitate his anger. They sat facing each other at a table.
Becca had asked him to meet up with her at a cafe a few blocks away from atlas. To talk things over, was her reason for hauling him here that early in the morning but despite not being in the mood for having a settling conversation, Johnny was ostensibly incapable of shunting Becca's invitation.
She fiddled with her fingers as her gaze fell on the tabletop— on the tasty-looking cupcakes she had bought him. He hadn't even taken a single bite.
He just kept staring at her with malevolently narrowed eyes.
