—You broke or something?—
Rachel's POV
"What I want Chelly," he started out in a serious tone, dark eyes fixed on me, his insanely muscular build in a long sleeved red vest and jeans, appearing a bit funny. "Is for you to sit."
"You and I both know I'm not here for chitchat, neither do I have the time," I growled, not adhering to his hid.
"Then I'd advise you to leave and return when you are," he smiled, voice sounding playful, nonetheless, I knew better.
"Let's get this over with then," I muttered in a breath and pushed the chair opposite him backward before settling unceremoniously on the nicely carved wooden furniture.
"Don't you want to eat first?" He asked, that twisted smile still on his lips. "I'm hungry. Was about to have breakfast when you asked to meet."
I opened my mouth to say something but as if on cue, I heard a stomach growl and I definitely knew it wasn't me. His lips only stretched wider in a grin, more so as I shut my mouth and heaved a sigh.
