ZOLA'S P.O.V
I stared at the man sitting across from me. Eyeing him up, trying to figure out what exactly he wanted. But he was hard to read. His face was void of every emotion humanly possible.
"Do you two know one another?" The sweet elderly voice asked.
"No." We both answered simultaneously.
"Then why the tension?" She asked while moving her hand between us.
Should I tell her that he was outside of my room looking directly at me through the window? Or do I just let it go?
"No tension here. I can't speak for her, however." He had the airy feeling of danger lingering in his voice.
"Alrighty then. Let's eat, shall we?"
I looked down at the yummy plate sitting in front of me, which in turn made my stomach growl in hunger once more.
"Go on. You seem famished."
