I barely noticed I had stopped moving
He moved with slow, intentional grace like he owned the very ground he walked on.
And then, just as effortlessly, he reached the table.
For one stupid moment, I found myself thinking that maybe, just maybe, he wouldn't be as terrible as I'd imagined. That a man who looked like that wouldn't-
"You were about to leave," he noted. "How impatient."
I blinked
What?
His gaze swept over me, slow and assessing, before he pulled out a chair and took his seat completely unconcerned that he had kept me waiting for over half an hour
He leaned back effortlessly composed, eyes locking onto mine. "Tell me, Jasmine," he said, voice dripping with condescension. "Are you always this quick to run when things don't go your way?"
The audacity
My fingers clenched around my clutch, a sharp wave of irritation surging through me. I had expected a lot of things tonight, but this?
