Chapter 8: Miss Tag Along

Tsk tsk tsk

If you think that some feelings of discomfort can be brushed off by just acting unbothered, then you’re wrong.

You’re even more wrong to believe that a woman in fury will let you off just after a little squabble over meals.

Sometimes, the devil you want to avoid does nothing extra, but derives pleasure in digging his long pruning fork deep in your throat. And you can’t do anything else but try to dodge it or at most, take cover.

After a very pleasant meal. Oh yea, it’s pleasant to Denver. At least that’s what he thought.

Okay, let’s reduce the sarcasm.

After a very heated meal. Right, that’s the right word. But cease to imagine that the ‘heat’ is from the meal. I was actually referring to the heat of someone’s eyeballs digging holes on another with smug plastered all over her.

Just when the meal is finally over and Ariadne is about to heave a sigh of relief thinking that she will finally get spared of the dark glaring eyes and get to enjoy spending time alone with Denver