Chapter 11:

Arya inhaled, sharply, her eyes twinkling around until it landed on the handsome man in her presence. His eyes shook darkly at her, and his presence loomed over her. Dark, quiet, shrill. She had better not lie, else, she would face the consequences.

She gazed at his dark eyes that probed into her very soul, her body trembling under his gaze.

She cleared her throat, not once but twice, so she could show him, she wouldn't lie.

"We are friends. Honestly." Right. She didn't lie right? just that, she added a little pinch of lie. They were friends, that was the exact words to say.

Devon still watched her intently, not seeming to believe her words. They are friends? Did she take him for a fool? Someone who was incapable of believing words?

"Arya." His voice turned rather shrill, and she gazed at him, "You are friends?" He asked again.

"Yes. Yes." She fiddled with her fingers underneath, maybe, just maybe, if she maintained her lie, he would believe her.

His hands grabbed the napkin lazily, m