"That lady has a crush on you." I told him silently, watching him look at me like I was speaking jargon, cleaning my utensils before digging into it. "I don't like her."
"What? She's beautiful, and looks well-mannered." I pointed out, giving him a sharp look before going away.
"And that's supposed to make me happy?"
Of course, "What do you want in a woman?" I prodded, refusing to take a bite. "You can't tell me those aren't one of the qualities men seek."
He rolled his eyes swiftly but I caught it anyway. "Who even gave you that idea anyway? I have a few personal qualities that I want in a woman and she doesn't cut it."
I rolled my eyes and dug into the meal, enjoying how the flavors exploded on my tongue. My tongue reached out to clean the stain that was left on my lips, when he
