My eyes move away from her shaky eyes to meet her light green gaze staring right at me. I freeze for a second, then I continue with my meal. Her hot gaze still stays on me, and it makes me itch; I can sense that she wants to do something, and I don't think I will like it one bit.
"Rolan, is it?" She begins, her voice sounding croaky but soft. I don't bother to look up. Rolan can speak for himself.
"Yes," Rolan answers with a spice in his voice. Well, he is eating roasted pasta. I slowly slice the piece of meat in front of me as I listen to them speak.
"I've never heard about you."
"It's possible."
"Is it?"
Her question dangles in the air, with him or no one attempting to answer. Someone clears his throat, and everything falls into silence.
"My own daughter is engaged, and I don't kn
