Ever so slowly, I look up afraid of moving too fast or what he may say or do. I gaze into the depths of his magnetic hazel eyes and watch as his strong jawline tightens as glares towards Kenneth with a deep voice. "Party? Hardly. What are you two doing here together, anyway?"
Kenneth's shifts his attention to me. A sly smile spreads across his face."Our guest has arrived."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I ask, leaning back in the chair.
The angel's fingers briskly touch my back. His fingers the moment we may contact. The moment is quick, but he glances down, giving me a look I wasn't expecting. Anger. Then, just as fast, he looks back to Kenneth and grips the chair while Abigail raises her eyebrow between the two of them.
What the hell?
"Okay, are you ready to order?" A chirpy voice
