I glanced at the lady, fully expecting her to bristle with anger, and she didn't disappoint. Her glare could have cut through steel as she silently urged me to decline Damien's breakfast offer. Ignoring her unspoken message, I responded calmly, "Actually, no, I haven't. I wasn't too hungry when I left the house, but I think I am now." Dropping my bag on the counter, I made it clear that I had no intention of backing down.
Whether they were dating or not was irrelevant to me. If she was insecure about our interaction, that was her problem, not mine. I hadn't done anything wrong.
Damien passed me a plate and offered one to the lady—Lisa, apparently—before taking a seat. Spoon in hand, he began to eat. "This is Lisa," he introduced casually, "a friend and business associate."
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