Sitting in a corner of the food court, Kyle stared at the girl across from him in silence.
Layena browsed through the menu as if nothing had happened, humming softly as though she was simply enjoying the variety of options.
"So... are we going to pretend none of that happened?" Kyle finally asked, breaking the silence.
Layena looked up at him. "What do you mean?"
Kyle placed his hands on the table and leaned closer. "Layena... do you really need to ask that?"
There was a reason he was acting like this.
And to understand it, one would have to go back ten minutes.
....
"Do you have any idea how much those were worth?! You'd have to slave your entire life to pay for that damage!" the manager shouted at the top of his lungs, the shop's earlier calm completely shattered, much like the glasses on the floor.
The woman beside him already had her phone in hand. "I'm calling the police."
