"Would you..."
"...care to explain that to me?"
My eyes scan every single bugs wanting to ingrain their faces in my memory.
"...I was only late for less than an hour."
"...And somehow you people manage to turn a bakery into a battlefield."
The air grew thicker, much colder than before.
The man's raised fist slowly lowered.
I know its not because he wanted to.
It simply because...
His body is urging to flee.
A subtle fear began to register in their minds.
Reading their expression I could tell their were confused on what is causing it.
Their anxiety increase every second of my silence.
I ignored their prying gazes.
My eyes only drifted toward Lucas then to Leon.
Both were hiding behind Larissa.
I could feel their worry the unease as if the accusations of these people paint in
