"And you are?"
The red haired guy doesn't look at Cara, he looks at me instead and fixes me with a glare so scorching that I feel myself wanting to melt in my seat.
We're at Greg's cafe, and there's an odd feeling at the back of my mind that I was supposed to meet him here. Like our meeting is something that would have happened no matter how much I put it off and now that he's here I see it was really dumb of me to have put it off.
A sigh escapes my lips and with it the information Cara has asked for.
"His name is Leander. He's my project partner."
Cara looks from me to him and a sneer forms on her face.
"Does being a project partner give him the right to barge into the female's toilet?"
"I didn't know it was only for females."
There is a note of anger and frustration in his voice but I know when someone is acting and right now, his expression is equal parts real as much as it is an act. I could be wrong though, but I don't feel I am.
I sigh again and place my hands on the table.
"Can
