I turn around to see the face of the man who spoke behind me. My eyes meet his and an indescribable strange sensation overwhelms me. I can't deny, he's quite handsome.
Elegant and well-dressed
But despite having laughed a lot with him at dinner, I don't feel completely at ease with his presence here at my parents' house. Maybe it's because things ended badly that night due to Ares' outburst, but to be honest, I feel that the way he looks at me isn't very professional.
He looks at me with an enthusiasm I can't understand
—Mr. Jones, good evening; what are you doing here?
—I invited him, dear —says my father, appearing in the foyer with my mother by his side. They both look equally elegant—. I hope it didn't bother you.
—This is your house, Dad.
I smile at him. My father approaches an
