'He made it sound like there was a city-wide manhunt out for me.'
Lianne glanced at the unmelted snowflake on his shoulder and said, her expression unchanging, "You must be bored. Don't you have anything better to do?"
"What could be more important than having noodles with you?" Seth Sinclair pulled out the chair to her left and sat down gracefully.
'...Extorting her was what was most important.'
Lianne poked at the beef in her bowl with her chopsticks. After they had been so intimate, baring everything to each other, she really didn't want to see him.
Uncle Young looked at Lianne, then at Seth, and then his gaze returned to Lianne. He was certain the young couple was having a spat.
"What kind of noodles are you having today? I'll make them for you."
"The same as hers," Seth said calmly, glancing at the half-full bowl of noodles in front of Lianne.
"You got it!"
