I watched Lucas and then let out a tired sigh, "Why do you always ask the wrong questions at the correct time?" I asked him, taking my own spoon and fork, "Or is it your hidden talent?" I asked before stabbing the piece of chicken with unnecessary force.
A snide smile graced his lips as he gracefully cut the chicken with that knife, "I see you're trying to brush off the question" He said before putting the piece of chicken he just cut into his mouth.
I see you're not going to let this go this time.
I chuckled without humor before starting to eat my meal, "It is something very personal to me. Too personal for me to open up to someone whom I met a few weeks ago" I said after the first bite.
Lucas actually looked hurt for some reason, "Am I not your friend then?" He asked, raising his
