Michael had already brought our orders. I am feeling hungry... but these two aren't making it easy for me. At the same time, I wanted to tear my scalp off my head. Also, I don't think my hands could concentrate.
Mary smiled angrily. She lowered her gaze and waited for Kevin's reaction.
Kevin laughed angrily. He picked up a french-fry from the plate and put it inside his mouth.
"That's my order," I whispered.
I couldn't help but complain. Kevin put another French-fry into his mouth.
My left eye twitched in annoyance.
Is he ignoring me?!
I wanted to punch him again! This time I will break his jaw so that he can't eat anything from my plate? But where are my hands? Before I realized, my hands were on my head, entangled within my hair.
Quickly, I slowly disentangled my hands from my hair, cursing myself as I saw those two looking at me. They were trying their best to suppress their laughter.
