ALPHA LUKE'S POV
"Jeez!" I muttered as I bent my head to the table.
"What's wrong?" Arya asked, oblivious to what was going on, and even chose that time as the right time to take off her glasses.
"Would you put on those damn glasses?" I whispered through clenched teeth.
"Damn?" She asked and scoffed, flipping her hair out of her face. "Now you get to use bad words too? That's a way of making me happy, I guess? You're really one strange man." She told me, and prepared to stand but I held her shoulders down.
"Put. Your. Glasses. On." I said, laying emphasis on every word. "Nick." I whispered and her mouth which had been ready for a wide scoff, ran down.
"Nick is here?" She asked breathily, as she leaned low onto the table. "Holy sh…" she was saying as she spotted Nick, but managed to cover her mouth.
