During lunch break, Henry who was seated across from Ella sighed dramatically, "You know what ruins a perfectly good night of sleep?" Ella shook her head. "A rude guest showing up at my door at past midnight, and disrupted my peaceful sleep. Now I'm paying for it."
Ella raised her brows, a spark of mischief in her eyes. "So that explains it. I thought you were trying something new today." Grinning, "Eyeliner would suit you, Henry."
Henry's fork froze halfway to his plate. His lips parted in feigned outrage as he stared at her. "Eyeliner?"
Ella burst out laughing, covering her mouth with her hand but failing to hide her amusement. "I swear! When I saw you walk in, my thought was you'd gone gothic."
Henry narrowed his eyes, setting the fork down with an exaggerated slow pace. He crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair, feigning hurt. "Do I look like the type of man who would spend his morning perfecting eyeliner in the mirror?"
