Drowning In Panic

David’s P.O.V.

“Okay, then I know it. Thanks for answering my question anyway. Well, it was pretty obvious that you still liked her… end of story! So, what do you expect me to say?” Helena’s tone was a bit exasperated.

Now, she was getting ill-tempered again. I did not expect that my intentional lie would incite her peevishness once more, that she would finally stop from eating.

“It was only a joke, Helena. You’re getting peevish again! Hmm, you know what? I liked it more when you stare at me with fire in your eyes. It looks like my walkout queen could become a fierce tigress real quick.” I could feel that my smile would reach my ears.

She painted an even more reddish blush on her natural rosy-white cheeks, but she rolled her enchanting green eyes after. “Whatever, and I don’t know about you, Cristoff! I’m done eating.”

“Wait, you haven’t even finished your food yet.” I reminded her. There was still one-fourth mixed rice and viands left on her plate.