"What are you smiling about?" Elara finally asked, noticing that I had been smiling for quite a while.
"Nothing," I said, my lips curving even more. "It's just that this place doesn't suit you at all."
She didn't respond. She simply kept eating, as if I hadn't said anything.
That silence made me puff out my cheeks and pout slightly. Since when had she decided she could ignore me so easily? It was irritating.
Sitting there so composed and elegant, she stood out like a diamond in a pile of coal. I could feel people around us sneaking glances her way, their attention drawn without effort. Yet Elara remained completely unbothered, as if none of it mattered.
"I used to come here when I was in college," she said at last.
"Huh?" The words slipped out before I could stop them. "You were poor at some point?"
"I never said that," her voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge of arrogance beneath it.
