“But I will get to eat from it anyway when you are done with your part. I can wait.” I said while I tried to look anywhere but him. I am sure my face was red again as he was holding the fork in front of me.
“So you don’t want to eat it from my fork, huh?” He asked with a hurt expression on his face and my eyes widened. They acted like we knew each other for all our lives. Who would eat from a stranger’s fork and who would offer a bite to a stranger? We just met a week ago or so.
“Let her be, Dylan. She clearly doesn’t want to eat after you.” Damien said, and Dylan pouted his lips adorably while he looked down at his plate and I kind of felt sorry for him.
“No, it’s not like that…” I said with wide eyes. “It’s just… we just met and I didn’t expect you to be so direct. That’s all.” I said
