The table was a few inches thick and had one inch thick lines of foggy glass swirling within it.
The man was five foot seven and had been a whitish complexion with blotches of light pink throughout. He had short light brown curly hair cut five inches parted down the middle and brushed back smoothly with light brown eyes.
He noticed her looking down at her plate as he held in his hand a fork of rice mixed with the creamy parmesan red sauce. Are you hungery”, politely and the patronizing tone swiftly moving his eyes looking back up at her.
She's just stared at him blankly still forcing a smile as she held rage behind her face.
The handsome young man casually lowered his fork laying it against the ledge of his two inch deep plate. He nonchalantly moved his right hand over and grabbed a white shiny silk napkin that was neatly folded laying by his plate.
She swiftly lowered her eyes and raged as she watched him move his hand from his fork to his napkin then bring it up to his mouth wiping it politely. Making sure you couldn't say she's swiftly rolled her eyes in contempt.
The man slowly scooched back pushing his chair back with his body then stood up. He casually parted his lips lightly casually letting out a irritatingly satisfied sigh then smiled deviously looking straight. He walked past the side of the long table towards her sitting in her chair then stopped in front of her. He casually turned facing her then lowered his head down looking at her as she instantaneously lifted her head up looking at him helplessly still forcing a smile.
He swiftly brought up his right arm reaching his hand down towards the fork that was placed right beside her plate. He grabbed her fork swiftly lowering it down into a plate spooning a portion of rice and creamy parmesan red sauce mixed with the sauteed chicken and vegetables. He's tired again satisfyingly with a soft, corrupted smile. “What would you do without me He said as he should do to his eyes looking up from the fork to her light blue eyes.
If, she said scarcely reluctant in a slightly low-pitched feminine voice in an Australian accent, You untie me, She said sweetly looking up at him with the genuine smile. I could feed myself”.
He looked deeply irritated glaring down as he looked at the end of her fort gripping it tighter. He quickly brushed off the look hiding it behind the mask of a false smile ignoring What she had said.
He quickly blinked looking up at her deep in her eyes then brought up his hand, gripping the ends of the fork, hovering it inches towards her mouth.



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