A Royal Pain in the Ball ✓

Chapter 44 - Definitely friends

"Had fun?" He greeted.

A synical, maniac tone escapes from his lips. That was the first thing she heard in the morning. She turned as she heard his voice, a greeting, she suppose.

It was no surprise.

His hair was slightly ruffled. It stood on either edges, which nothing a hair gel couldn't fix. A minute later he stepped out And looking as new as ever. Thanks to the hair gel. He was starting to look like an insane man. Which really was starting to be an insane nonprofit able meaning of a caveman.

"Yes, in fact I did." She looked at him. "And they're apparently very nice people." She muttered at him.

Seeing the look on his face, he better not try anything funny, such as kicking her under the table or giving her pieces she doesn't like. She knows he's a mind reader. And apparently a good hiding of a cloak of a vampire. And it wouldn't take much for him to read her mind. Inside or out, and giving her front pieces of which she knew she knew she wouldn't have appetite with. She couldn't help it, she might not be a morning person after all.

'They were at the moment, at the buffet.'

Which meant a table, and two people facing each other. Or a group of four. But that was for a family.

And the crowd was t that much, until a swarm of crowd entered from the lobby.

She felt like she was a bee. Or a part of a beehive she didn't want to picture or even mention in her head.

Cain gave her a look. And she knew what that meant.

"Averithe, would you be so kind, as to take me a sausage and a breakfast salad, please?" He asked, awfully too kind to her, and she gave him a stare of a look.

Is he serious?

She looked over herself and of course, from the corner of her eye she could already see people bustling around the vendor. The road was crowded and messy.

After a while, "Okay." And after all that was, in a good mood. He was lucky he asked her fast and quick.

She stood up and headed over, waiting in line and properly grabbed a plate. She didn't forget to put many forks of pumpkin and onions on top of it. At the sides as well, she added. Lots and lots of corn, or shredded potatoes. She didn't bother taking the meat. The man can take it for himself if he wanted to, and she ignored it.

As she headed back to her table, she couldn't help but hold it with both hands. It'll topple, for sure. And she gave it to him nicely.

Before she sat down, and glanced down at her plate.

Huh. Nothing changed.

And she munched on it.

'At least he was satisfied.'

"I want us to go somewhere today." He said.

She said it too soon.

And Averithe almost spit the food in her mouth. "What?"

He narrowed his eyes slightly. "What's wrong Ave?"

Eve? What the hell.

And she couldn't help but notice how straight of a figure his posture was sitting up, as he messed with the wipes with his fingers as he wiped them clean, "No, -- where?" She slightly shook and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Somewhere. Since it's snowing, I want us to go to a park, or a nearby lake. Somewhere where we can have dinner." He popped a bacon into his mouth.

"Oh, at di- for dinner?" She asked and grabbed a glass of guava juice on the right.