Amelia was thankful that breakfast was finally over. She could hardly eat with Evan constantly looking in her direction. She wanted to shout at him to stop staring but did not want to make the others suspicious.
Still, she could not help but wish that what happened earlier did not happen altogether. It was a mistake. No, it was an accident that she had no control over.
"Excuse me, but I had to go to my room. I need to make a phone call." She stood up from the table, grabbing her things, not waiting for anyone to acknowledge her, keeping her head down, and avoiding any eye contact.
She just had to get out of there before the air became suffocating. But she hardly walked out of the kitchen when she heard Evan making excused about hitting the shower.
He was indeed full of sweat from his jog.
