The door clicked shut.
Nathan turned slowly, his gaze refocusing on Belle, who was smiling at him, her blue eyes bright. He watched her, wondering what her real eye color was beneath the contacts. Judging by the shade of the lenses, they were probably brown.
He realized he was staring at her until Belle waved a hand in front of him. He blinked, then looked down at his food.
"Sorry," he muttered.
Belle chuckled. "Don't be. I get those sort of looks all the time."
His eyes shot back to her. "What sort of looks?"
Belle flipped her hair back with a giggle. "Many people find me attractive, Nathan. It’s not their fault. I simply exist, and they feed off my aura."
"Wow." Nathan was genuinely impressed. "Now I see where Rosie gets her sharp tongue from. She’s just as audacious as you are.
