Rustov and I looked at each other. I formally sat down. We just met again after the eve of the festival. It was already twelve when we got home. And I really had fun.
Kiara continued to speak on Rustov's side. But when asked that his attention was gone from her, she traced where he's looking at. His eyes darkened on me.
I looked back at the book, not humored by Kiara's dark eyes. It was as if even though his face was like that, he had already shouted a few thousand cheap things in his brain. Why is she that possessive, anyway? Does he think there is what Rustov and I have? How ridiculous.
I looked up when someone suddenly sat in front of me.
I was about to curse whoever it was when I saw the serious face of Steve Genesis.
"Audrey, right?"
What is he doing in my table?
"Find another table," I said coldly.
"I have to talk to you for a while."
My forehead furrowed.
"What are we going to talk about?"
