"Why are you so keen on hating me?" Thomas is the first to speak after long minutes of silence in which we ignored each other even when the waiter came to take our order.
My attention is suddenly drawn to him and my whole body tenses up. I stare at him with mild confusion as to where he had gotten this idea from.
His voice is low. Dangerous even. I can feel a threat somewhere in the way he looks at me and I want to either spit right between his eyes or just get up and start running as far away as possible.
"I don't know what you mean." I shrug it off, looking away. I did not want to have a conversation with him. And more over, I did not want to explain myself to someone who didn't understand common sense
A vicious smile spreads on his face and his eyes seem to hood with something I cou
