"A-alright," the man who was named 'Lucas' tossed away his secretary with only his harsh words, "I-I'm sorry," she stepped back.
This allowed the male to continue and walk further into the many rows of tables and seats inside the cheap restaurant.
"No way," Zylus stared at Zelda, "Out of all people, why is he here…?"
"Hate this guy," Luca whispered, grabbing his chest, "He stole a girl I had a huge crush on just a month ago, right from my fucking grasp."
It seemed as if the same male was walking up to their table, with only a couple of French fries and a smash burgers sitting on the rusted wooden surface.
"Who is he exactly?" Zylus whispered, but none of them responded, because now that same individual was standing just on the left of their table.
He looked down, looked at both Luca and Zelda first, who were sitting on the opposite side of Zylus, then exhaled calmly.
"No, not it."
He averted his gaze, about to stroll away, but then his right eye caught onto Zylus.
