Her stomach rumbled audibly and Celine's eyes went wide as she wrapped her arms around her waist, her gaze instantly snapping up to Tristan's direction.
He hadn't heard that, good. Imagine how embarrassing it would be if he had.
The sun had risen to it's peak and it must have been noon by then, but she glanced down at the stack of papers that had a deadline for today and couldn't bear to leave for lunch break, so she shook her head, ignoring the slight hunger pangs and continued her work.
A tight frown tugged Tristan's brows together. Even if his focus had been on work, his eyes had been on her the whole time.
He'd heard her stomach rumble hungrily and had caught how she'd looked up at him with a little bit of awkwardness but then she seemed relieved a second later when she realized his attention might not be on her, but it was, it always had been.
