THE SOUND OF QUIET conversation and cutlery clinking against porcelain was music to Blake's ears — surprising, considering she didn't usually like crowded spaces or listening to the general public converse — gossip, if you were to be completely honest with the intention of their whispering and pointing. Blake, being the realist she was, preferred to call it what it was: "a load of horse shit"
The point being — the generally-irritant sound of opinions constantly being voiced meant that she, herself, didn't have to participate in any unwanted oral-activities and dinner festivities if everyone was distracted.
And She praised the lord that she didn't actually have to speak to Elijah, the infuriatingly attractive man sitting closely beside her — so close, their knees would brush every so often.
Andie suddenly cleared her throat, and swivelled her body to face the quiet pair, fixing her gaze on the dark-haired girl affront of her — the one who bore a resemblance to her current boyfriend, her dark midnight-black hair strikingly similar to Damon's.
"So, Elijah, Jenna tells me you and Blake have been spending a lot of time together. Is that true?" Andie questioned with a wink, anticipation sparkling in her dark brown eyes. Her eyes scanned over Blake's features, searching for a glimmer of guilt or surprise, anything that would confirm her suspicions of their hidden physical-activities — but the girl stayed passionless, the only thing noticeable being the small challenging eyebrow lift.
Blake glanced at her apparently-big-mouthed aunt, and tilted her head, wondering why on earth Jenna would say such a thing to andie, of all people — of course the ambitious journalist would jump to conclusions, after all, gossiping was what she was good at — that and being easily manipulated by attractive men.
Elijah had swallowed carefully in response to her meddling, deciding on an appropriate answer fit for Andie's small mind and Blake's off attitude.
And especially since just a few days ago, she had been perched in his lap— he shook the thought from his head, clearing his throat lowly.
"yes, Blake has frequently graced me with her company in these past few days" He finally replied, eyeing the disappointed brunette coolly "As I, her"
