Khloe's POV
It was Lance again.
His display back there at the dining room was unlike him and it made me rethink his personality.
"Your words are raw, you should consider the feelings of the person you are referring to." I said with a mild tone, standing next to Nevian.
"What business do you have with him? The last time I checked, you hate meeting new people and I doubt you've changed that age long character." He smacked his lips.
Taking a deep breath, I began to tug my hair.
"I know we didn't part on a good note, I'm sorry for that and I want to apologize properly." He paused.
"Mind coming on a lunch date with me."
Rolling my eyes at him, I huffed as I crossed my hands on my chest.
"I'm not interested."
"I understand." He nodded, pushing his hand into his pocket.
Casting Nevian a glance, I discovered he was glaring murderously at him.
