Miguel’s P.O.V
As I bit down on my toast, my eyes were fixed on the one whose face scrunched as he lifted the sautéed asparagus and mushroom to his mouth, chewing slowly on it as if he couldn’t stomach every bite.
The fork dropped from his hand, clattering against the plate as he rushed to sip his apple kiwi green smoothies. However, his face twisted bitterly as he chugged a bottle of water.
So, Flynn hated his favorite food on the menu now? Interesting.
Honestly, I wasn’t the type to keep my eyes on Flynn or even notice the smallest things he did because he was irrelevant to me. And annoying! But after he got back, something about him definitely piqued my interest.
Maybe it was because he acted odd or perhaps it was the thrill of knowing that he was weak and easy to kill now.
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