Mia stood with her hand crossed as she watched Meon munch on the toast and bacon that laid before him, her stomach rumbled begging to be fed but she paid no attention to it. Mia was more concerned with what had gone down at the bar, she took a short glimpse at Diarmuid who sat on a chair far away from them with his legs crossed and his eyes focused on the book he had in his hand, a usual thing with him... she couldn’t imagine what would have happened if he hadn’t shown up. Slamming her hand viciously on the table she called Meon attention to her and he stared at her looking really startled.
“What?” he struggled to talk with the food in his mouth and Mia frowned.
“What’s your relationship with that Mac guy?”
“I’m not obligated to tell you” he stated munching on his bacon, her stomach gr
