I heard him laugh under his breath. "You do not want?" At the same time, I pointed to what he gave me and laid it on the table.
"I'll eat later, I'm pretty full." I smiled coldly. When I glanced at him I caught him smirking slightly as he stared at me. I quickly averted my gaze again.
"Your lunch is half finished." At the same time our eyes fell on the plate in front of my desk. "Did you really eat very little? Or did you have no appetite? Did you feel bad?" I close my eyes emphatically to his questions, the cheap ones already waiting at the tip of my tongue. Is it toying with me? Is this how a friend has a concern? Platonic bull crap.
I slowly combed my long hair with my finger as I sighed, one eyebrow barely rising. I turned to the one next to it and it said seriously, "That's my seco
