She was so striking it was almost offensive to the eye.
Nathalie Quinlan glanced over just once before pulling her line of sight back and removing herself, looking nonchalantly at the messages on her phone.
Open.
[Amadeus Yancey: Examiner, have you made up your mind?]
Nathalie Quinlan: …
Silent for a moment, she didn't reply to the text message, instead lifting her head and turning to look in someone's direction.
After three rounds of drinks, Mr. Jones's face was flushed red as he spoke with great excitement.
Amadeus Yancey was listening to him, appearing quite serious, but in reality, his hand was always resting on his phone on the table, occasionally glancing down as if he was texting someone.
She must have felt his gaze.
Suddenlly, the man turned his head to look in her direction.
Nathalie Quinlan's fingers tensed. Unsure why, she instinctively avoided his line of sight looking her way.