Having just slept in the same bed, Lianne naturally didn't want to see him, but she couldn't let it show.
"I thought you'd be sitting somewhere else."
"Nowhere else is as good as this spot." Seth Sinclair leaned back in his chair with a relaxed air, his well-defined fingers resting on the rectangular dining table, which was covered with an Alexander Turpault tablecloth.
As a man raised in power, nobility came to him effortlessly. Even his most casual movements exuded an air of untouchable prestige.
Lianne glanced at the spoon in her hand, which suddenly felt much more delicate.
She quickly snapped out of it, pulling out her phone and tapping out a message: "Why are you sitting next to me?"
Seth Sinclair glanced over, holding his phone in one hand as he leisurely typed back, "Where else?"
Lianne: "There are plenty of other seats in the restaurant."
