My aunt was preparing the food that Aivon brought. It was a plate of assorted sushi rolls, a box of shrimp tempura, and dumplings. We heard the doorbell rang and my aunt quickly went to the door. It's probably the food from the hotel.
I was left with Aivon. We are here in the dining area. He is seating across from me and coldly staring at the food. From his stares, I won't be surprised if our food will turn ice cold. Since he entered this hotel room, we haven't had a conversation yet.
I did not display any expression that will make me look anxious. Why would I be tensed? It's not that I did anything wrong! If he was angry because I didn't tell him about being here in the hotel then... I'll say sorry... I guess? But why would I?!
I raised my head and bravely looked at him. Both of his ar
