"What are you doing here?" Clara's voice was harsh and frosty.
'What indeed,' Lane wondered the same thing, standing in front of the door to Damien's sisters' apartment. He shouldn't be there, he really shouldn't…
But when after work, Damien asked him again whether he would come for dinner, he just couldn't say 'no', not to that hopeful face.
"Don't be like that. It's thanks to Xavier that we have all this food," Damien jumped in to defend Lane, as he handed the bags to Eloise.
"Oh?" Leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed, Clara arched her brows, giving Lane a doubtful glance. "Did he pay for it?"
"Well, no, but…"
"But I bought the drinks?" As if to prove his major contribution, Lane presented the two twelve-packs of beer he brought.
Only to be shot down by Clara instantly after. "Damien doesn't drink."