Viella POV
"I finally give up." I muttered, stabbing into my food. "Food is everything."
And honestly? I meant it. My dignity could wait-I devoured every bite like I hadn't eaten in days. By the time I leaned back, I noticed Dante hadn't touched a single thing.
He was just... watching me. Fork in hand. Eyes sharp. Amused.
I blinked. "Uh... you won't eat?"
"I think I'm full." His lips curved into the most irritating smirk.
I frowned. "Of what? Watching me eat like a hamster?"
Instead of answering, he reached under the table and pulled out a small box. He slid it across to me.
Curious, I opened it-Inside... was a phone.
I looked at him. Hard. "Oh. So this whole dramatic dinner was just to rub it in my face because you destroyed mine back then?"
He didn't deny it. Just tilted his head like he was enjoying my outrage.
I took the phone in my hand.
Hmm. Should I cross the line? My lips curled into a smirk. Maybe I should.
