The skewers sizzled, dripping with grease and releasing a rich, meaty aroma as white steam gently rose.
The gentle smile in the man's eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a sharp, hawk-like intensity that exuded an invisible pressure.
"Boss, have a skewer." Zachary Conway grabbed a lamb skewer and handed it over, just in time to meet the man's gaze. A shiver instantly ran down his spine.
Henry Stark stared at him, his voice low. "What did you just say?"
"Huh?" Zachary Conway was stunned for a few seconds before realizing he hadn't finished his sentence, causing a misunderstanding. He quickly clarified, "Boss, I was saying the girl I like is Renee Jennings's friend, Michelle Fuller."
Hearing this, Henry Stark glanced at the lamb skewer he was holding out, took it, and said flatly, "And?"
Zachary Conway silently breathed a sigh of relief. He grabbed a skewer for himself and said while eating, "I just feel like I'm not good enough for her."
