Her steps slowed for just a fraction of a second so that she could peak in his direction. After then, she quickly turned her face away.
A part of her couldn't help but feel bad about the other day when he hadn't shown up at Ernie's.
It stung more than she wanted to admit, making her wonder if that friendship of theirs had already reached its endpoint. Just like that.
Back at the table, Ethan turned toward Percival, whose face had gone almost furious that his tone let out low growls.
"Who the hell does that elf think he is, taking Isabella away like that?" he muttered, glaring daggers in Cyran's direction.
"Man, relax," Ethan said, trying to sound cool.
Percival shook his head. "At this rate, I'll never be able to get a chance with her."
He turned back to his plate with an angry look on his face and started eating in silence.
Ethan turned back to his own food as well, although still barely touching it.
