Amy P.O.V
I was intentionally ignoring him as I concentrated fully on my dessert. I made smacking noises with my lips as I gorged it down. The noises I made were loud enough for him to hear but not loud enough to draw the attention of whoever else was close by.
I wasn't neither messy or a loud eater, the smacking noises served only one purpose; to frustrate the hell out of Andre. I couldn't tell if it was working as I had only caught his eyes a few times since the dessert was served and I hadn't held it long enough to ascertain the claw marks his mood always left on his face. He was almost too easy to read.
The attention I paid to my dessert wasn't born out of the need to drive Andre's heart into the ground. The food here was truly fantastic and for the second time tonight, I wondered i
