"Are you not even going to look at me?"
Evangeline clenched the fork in her hand as she stabbed the egg omelette in front of her viciously. Even though his voice always sent a shiver down her spine, this time she wanted to bury it and probably him.
"Angel..."
Evangeline stabbed another bite out of the omelette and stuffed it into her mouth. Heck! Even that slight threat in his voice was exciting to her! Stupid physical response. Why couldn't he just let her eat in peace?
"Evana, we really need to talk."
"No. *we* do not need to do anything.
"You cannot avoid this forever, Evana."
"Watch me, Lucifer!"
"At least look at me when I am talking to you."
"No! I'd rather look at my omelette! It's better looking." Evangeline snapped.
"Liar. Evana, please this is important. I am not who you think I am."
