Seraphine's pov.
After the meal, Ethan left, leaving Anaya and me alone at the table. Anaya stared at me with her brow c****d up and a smirk playing across her lips.
"What?" I almost yelled, trying to look anywhere but her face.
"You like Ethan," she accused.
"I do not," I denied, not daring to look at her, lest she see the truth displayed across my face.
"You know I know you're lying, right?" Anaya stuck out her tongue, almost laughing.
I sighed, dropping my shoulders.
"Yeah, he seems nice," I admitted.
"So you do like him?" she squealed.
"That is a powerful word, but I do like him as a person. He is quite easy-going," I defended, trying not to sound too interested.
"Okay..." she slowed, staring at me oddly.
I stood up with my tray in hand, ready to start my next thing.
"I'll
