[Avery's POV]
"Woah. Am I not invited?"
It's Xanthite. Electric blue eyes, perfect hair in a military cut, tanned skin, and a 5-footer. It's him. His hands are resting in his both side, looking at us... more on me actually and his stares are so deeply cold that it freezes me.
"W-what are you doing here?" The question got out of my mouth uncontrollably and a smirk was formed on his lip, a sarcastic one. His eyebrow are raising, surprised by my question.
"As far as I remember, this is a restaurant. I can eat here since I'm a costumer too. Why? Looking so disappointed to see me?"
"It's not that--"
"Neria, can I sit here? There are no seats available, do you mind?" My brows furrowed when he interrupted as I was about to explain. Is he mad? I was just surprised to see him again. He showed
