Nara’s POV
I came downstairs for lunch, exactly like Nick had told me to. He was already sitting there at the dining table, acting like the goddamn king of England or something — face all serious, fork in hand, eyes glued to his plate like I didn’t even exist.
I slid into my seat quietly, hoping for… I don’t know, maybe a glance? A smirk? A “hey babe, sorry about that disaster earlier”? Nothing. Dead silence. The only sound was the clink of his cutlery hitting the plate.
I cleared my throat, trying to break the ice. “What happened? Where’s Jane?” I asked, casually glancing around like she might leap out from behind a curtain and tackle me. “Didn’t you catch up to her? Didn’t you explain that there was nothing going on?”
Nick’s jaw tightened. He didn’t even look up. “She’s gone back to
