CHAPTER 6
Scarlett
"Jesus." Mick whistled. "What the hell was that?" I stayed quiet as I sat back down in my chair. I pulled out my sushi and my chopsticks and began eating silently. "I'm talking to you, Scarlett."
"And I'm ignoring you, Mick," I said in a sing-song voice.
He elbowed my shoulder and I glared at him. "Do you know him?"
"No." Not anymore. "I don't." Not like how I used to.
He didn't look convinced but dropped it. "Maybe he doesn't like greasy sandwiches?" He poked, trying to make sense of the tense situation.
I shrugged and swallowed another sashimi roll without chewing. "Maybe," I grumbled.
I bought him that meal as a way of waving the white flag, but he obviously saw it as a call for war. It's not like I knew Ares would take it, eat it, and smile and we'd both be b
