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I almost spit out the water all over the table at Desmond's utterance. I lift my eyes to him and he was looking at me already, he continuously darts his eyes from me to him. I let out a hysterical cough and hit my chest, I glance at Toro and he didn't flinch a muscle. He remained calm, picking out the boiled beans beside the mashed potatoes.
"Hell no!" I snapped. "We aren't a thing and as a matter of fact, I have a boyfriend," I wiped my mouth and continued eating my meatloaf. I buried my face in it, feeling my cheek heat up at Desmond's words.
"I see," Desmond pressed on. I lift my face to him but his eyes were on Toro. I can't quite understand the look in his eyes but one thing is for sure I saw carnage along the lines of his eyes. His eyes spoke so much about how he was ready to lurch on Toro, on the other side Toro paid more attention to picking out the beans. Doesn't he like it?
