The entire diner fell silent.
Conversations stopped mid-sentence, and the diners began stealing nervous glances in our direction.
It was obvious that he was furious, looking for trouble.
Gavin ignored every stare and strode straight toward me.
He crossed the hall in quick, heavy strides, and the tension rose with every step.
My fingers curled into a fist under the table, but inside, I felt strangely calm.
Caleb sensed something was wrong at once. He quietly shifted in front of me, placing himself between Gavin and me. He remained polite, but he held his ground.
He looked at Gavin and asked evenly, "Sir, is there something you need?"
Gavin stopped at our table and looked down at us. His expression was cold, but anger and possessiveness burned in his eyes. "I'm here for my girlfriend
