He stopped talking after that so I would sometimes glance at him. His eyes were roaming around but not on me. It kind of pisses me off but I don't really want to talk to him. He was sitting in front of me and his hand was on the table. I was about to hold onto it but he quickly dodge, crossing her arms over his chest and staring at something but me.
My eyes pierced through him so I stood up from my seat, taking his attention. I lift my chair, wanting to place it beside him but it was too late, he was the first one to lift his chair beside mine, "Stop lifting heavy things."
I gulped as his voice chilled out through my spine. It was too cold and emotionless. He sat beside me and not long enough when the waiter came to serve the food. I was the only one who ordered so Zion was just eyeing as soon as I started.
"Why didn't you order some food?" I asked, pouting my lips. He was just watching me as I ate.
"I'm full." He answered without looking at me.