Yvette was left speechless by his words, so much so that her nibbling on that poor piece of carrot was halted to a freeze. She looked up at him, and found him peering straight into her eyes as well. And by no means, his gaze looked like he was joking about it.
"Well, if you are done torturing that poor carrot," Irvyn took his own fork in his hands, picked a piece of diced strawberry, and shoved it gently into her mouth. "Finish up your breakfast real quick. I'll drop you off at your university."
"N-no, I can go by myself." Yvette tried to refuse. "You have a meeting today, right? You are going to be late."
"And you have an exam today. Which one do you think is more important?" Irvyn got up, and peered down at her.
