"Sir, you can't sit here," Zenith said, an obvious frown settling between her brows. Her fingers were already clenching around her pants, not understanding what Ryan was intending to do there.
He not just showed up in the same restaurant she was supposed to be in, but he was now also asking if he could join them at their table.
Wasn't this already too much out of line? What did he actually want when he made that request?
Zenith wanted to ask, but she couldn't put that simply in her words, so she refused it straight away. But little did she expect Ryan to counter her refusal … demanding an answer to —
"Why?" Ryan asked without any hesitation, turning to look her way, his gaze holding a glare of clear displeasure —one that Zenith couldn't understand. "Why can't I?" He let his gaze flicker to the empty chair next to her. "As far as I can see, there is enough space to accommodate me here."
