Brawl

Only when Elijah placed her on the bed and left the room did it click to her where she was. It seemed that she had fallen asleep on the table earlier, and there were rooms being rented above the restaurant.

Thinking about how she acted around him had her cheeks flushing red.

Was she a child?

What was wrong with her?

She ran her hand through her hair and gripped on to a bunch tightly, mentally scolding herself. But when she heard the sound of the door opening, she fixed herself and stared at the man coldly, hoping he wouldn't be able to sense how embarrassed she was.

But it always felt as though he could guess her exact emotions in the wrong situations.

He bought over sandwiches and a glass of orange juice. Her mind easily moved on from the earlier moment, and she eyed the food greedily.

"Eat up," he said, placing the food down on the bed.

She wasn't reserved, and within less than five minutes, she finished the sandwiches. Drinking down the glass of orange juice, she finally felt satis