Dylan's eyes searched the crowd for an approaching Kyle, but still not getting a sign of him made him grow restless.
“Why do you look so bothered?” Dorry reached out first. “They're just going to have a talk.”
His eyes fluttered back to her. “Y-yeah. I guess.”
Their table fell silent and he unconsciously returned his gaze in search again.
“Dylan,” Kira called this time, his gaze shifting to see them now genuinely worried about it. “You good? You look sick, is the burger getting to you?”
His mouth parted, only to let out a breath. He couldn't begin to explain or place a finger on how he was he feeling at the moment. How was he supposed to feel after hearing that?
“Y-yeah, I'm good. I just…” he swallowed dazedly and his eyes turned to the side again. Now with a worried look. “Don't you
