Kyra's POV
Phoebe walked toward us and settled on the single couch across from where Nathan and I sat. She crossed her arms and legs, flashing that knowing smirk and tilting her head, mischief dancing in her eyes.
Nathan sighed and shook his head. "Stop it, Phoebe. We're not dating."
The smile slowly faded from Phoebe's face. Her eyes fixed on me, searching for confirmation. When I nodded in agreement with Nathan's statement, disappointment clouded her expression.
I couldn't believe her reaction. She looked genuinely sad that I wasn't dating her brother. She pressed her lips together and slumped on the couch like a sulking child. I had no choice but to leave her be and continue eating.
The comfortable conversation Nathan and I had been sharing evaporated. Neither of us initiated further discussion. After dinner, he began cleaning up the table immediately.
"I... should leave now," he said, his voice soft.
I nodded and smiled. "Thank you for the dinner."
