Cedric had already taken his seat to eat his breakfast when Ayra strode downstairs. She had an odd feeling invisibly around Cedric after they had little argument last night. Her eyes roamed across the big dinning table. Everyone had their breakfast in their respective rooms so they were only she and Cedric present in the dinning table. She naturally sat beside the chair of his but her mind was still bothered with his words.
She pondered for a moment before walking over to take the seat one chair away from him. Cedric held his fork up when he noticed her presence and watched how she distanced herself from him.
Ayra ignored his obvious dissatisfaction in those eyes but decided to keep her attention stuck on the food. Her hand outstretched reaching out for the fresh strawberries which were plucked from the garden for them in the morning. Before she could grab onto it, her chair was suddenly pushed away to another direction.
