"Is there anything else?" Mia Foster turned her head, wearing a grey knitted coat with her hands in her pockets and her long hair hanging naturally over her shoulders. Perhaps due to her bad mood, she seemed less confident and imposing than usual, more like the girl-next-door.
"You!" Seeing Mia's puzzled look, Felix Shaw gritted his teeth and muttered under his breath, then stood up and strode over, "You really don't get it!"
As his words fell, Mia felt a darkness before her eyes as Felix cradled her face, hands still in her coat pockets, and before she could react, his lips were heavily on hers.
Caught off guard by the sudden move, Mia felt her brain explode and her lips parted slightly, forgetting to react.
The waiter still standing at the table waiting for the bill saw the two kissing in the aisle of the restaurant and shyly covered their mouth.
