“I’m feeling a little crowded,” Andrea says pointedly, as she scoots her chair away from Lance.
She knows that Lance is only touching her to make Charles jealous, and she finds his behavior immature and cruel. Charles takes a bite of spaghetti and immediately gags.
“Are you all right?” Andrea asks, concerned.
“I’m okay,” Charles replies, waving his hand dismissively.
Someone has put a lot of chili powder into the marinara sauce, and he suspects they’ve done it on Lance’s orders. He knows that a powerful and jealous man like Lance is not above such childish tricks. He just wonders how Lance came to learn that he’s unable to eat spicy foods without becoming ill.
“What—is the sauce not to your taste?” Lance raises his eyebrows mockingly.
“It’s delicious,” Charles says politely.
Charle
