We're all silent at the table. Knight was seated at the end of the table, with me on his right side, while Lucas was seated on the left. Dinner was served, candles well lighted, silver wares gone and replaced by Knight's own dishes.
I glared at Lucas while he was constantly glancing at me with his sulky face. We heard Knight's heavy breathing, so our eye contact broke. I cleared my throat and composed myself.
I turned to Knight. "Let's season your steak."
I was about to get the salt when Lucas stopped my hand. My mood became as salty as the salt in my hand.
"He hates salt."
I glared at him and clenched my fist.
"For goodness sake, you two, stop." Knight warned us for the nth time.
"I'm fine, Lucas. Stop being paranoid. " He snatched the salt from my hands and seasone
