Etienne bit his lower lip, clearly conflicted. "I want to ask him. But I don't know how."
Crap. I wanted this conversation to end. This ugly feeling started to rise inside me, and my brows began twitching, ready to be mean. I didn't realize I was this petty. Just talking to someone about Claude was making me jealous.
Or was it only because that 'someone' was Etienne?
Someone in Claude's list of 'whom to treat kindly'.
I threw a roll of kitchen towel in the cart as I replied nonchalantly, "Just knock on his door with a cup of tea and hit him with a 'Hey, why did you look like a rejected soap opera actor when you saw me last week?' Easy."
A soft laugh escaped Etienne's lips, musical and bright. "I don't think that would go well."
"You'd be surprised," I muttered, slightly bitter. If it were Etienne, Claude wouldn't be annoyed. He might even answer seriously.
