Mabel's POV
“Who was that?” Dylan asked as he pulled out a seat, right across from me. His eyes studying my expression as if to read my mind.
“No one,” I said curtly, leaning back into my chair.
“So, she's a ghost?” He eyed me, obviously not buying my s**t.
I fought the urge to burst into a howl of laughter.
“Maybe,” I responded uninterestedly.
“Am I a joke to you?” His eyes lingered on the card Olivia had left on the table.
“Do you want to be a joke?” I shot back.
“You haven't seen me for days and the first thing you do is pick a fight with me?” I asked, tired of his childishness.
Why try to pry into someone's privacy if they don’t want you to?
His eyes flickered in amusement, followed by his lamentation.
“You always manage to turn things around and make it seem like my fault
