It took me long seconds to answer. "No, um, Valerie and Owen are about to come." I said, looking down.
Concentrate on the floor, just look at the floor.
"You had me worried the other day," he said in a low voice.
I looked at him wide-eyed. His face was surprisingly honest. "Why?" I wondered, confused. The idea of him being concerned over me was unreal.
"Hey, precious." A pretty brunette slid to Tristan's side out of the blue.
Precious? Who does she think she is? Gollum?
"Eat with me?" She stepped closer to him, almost snuggling.
"My friends are waiting." He gave her a small smile and stepped away from her.
"I could go with you." She closed the distance again.
"That wouldn't be a good idea," he said as politely as he could and stepped away once more.
I stared at the scene, motionl
