Trishal’s POV
“Who would have thought you would be explaining so soon?"
Adrian just had to add that one comment to spite me, as usual.
“Trish? Was that real?" Neymar asked, her eyes widening as they remained on me.
“Somebody better start talking now,” Ariana whistled, folding her arms across her chest.
“I can't lie; I never saw that coming either,” Idris picked up his bottle as he sat down, sipping from it.
I knew accepting that plate of soup along with his apology was a bad choice. But damn food! How could one deny a plate of that sweet-smelling goodness?
“Food will be your undoing, Trish,” I muttered to myself, thinking of where to start from as they waited for an explanation.
Was I happy that he was finally showing his affection for me publicly? Yes, I didn't expect him to do
