Sebastian
“What is your name?” He asked a simple question, which is so unlike him.
“Uhm…” He averted his gaze away from Hunter and tossed it to me. Hunter’s gaze on him must have felt overwhelming. I too have to admit that his gaze is intense sometimes.
“M-My name is Timothy…” He answered.
“Just Timothy?”
Timothy immediately shook his head. “No, it’s Timothy Harrison.”
“Timothy Harrison.” Hunter repeated monotonously, yet his deep voice carries a different weight than when the nerd called Timothy said it. What is wrong with him, suddenly acting like this?
“Timothy, aren’t you still hungry? You can order more if you want, you know? You can order everything on the menu.” Hunter suddenly offered to Timothy.
That offer, of course, gained a pointed look from me. I know I just received a
