Angel's POV
Seated beside me at the table is Ciara trying her hardest to stoke my mood offensively by getting too in my face and practically doing everything she could to garner attention her way. If she isn't reminding Salvatore of their favorite hangout spots she's reminding him of his favorite brand of ice creams as kids and trying to peek into the first girl he ever dated all at once happening at a dinner table.
"Do you like the food?" Salvatore queried peering at me from his long lashes watching me pick at my food.
"Yeap but it's too spicy." A pretend smile. The meal was too spicy, less crunchy and tasted of more herbs than the meal. A disastrous cook.
"Well Salvatore likes his pasta spicy, sorry about that if it displeases you but I didn't think of anyone else's prefere
