I smirk staring at Rhys standing near the entrance of the cafe, fuming with rage as his shoulders practically heave up and down because of his rage.
His eyes are darker than the midnight they usually are, and from the muscle flicking in his jaw, I know that he has pieced everything together and is currently planning ways to get rid of me.
That is when an unsuspecting teenager, busy chatting with his friends behind him, bumps into Rhys from the side, and that results in the boy’s coffee to tip over the rim of his open cup and drenches Rhys’ expensive shoes.
I try keeping my expressions trained but I cannot stop the amused smile that makes its way onto my lips as Rhys breaks eye contact with me, only to glare at the short, curly haired boy with large headphones hanging around his neck.
