"You don't usually take me out," Angela said as she ate the steak her brother had cut.
"Not usually? You're saying I'm not paying attention to you," Arthur snorted, with his lips turned downward. It looked like he was sulking at his own sister.
"Isn't that the case? It's been a while since we've spent time together. You've been busy with women, or Kalea."
Arthur was silent, preferring to sip his wine as he looked out over the city at night from the five-star restaurant located on the top floor. Angela furrowed her brow in surprise, as her brother did not answer or even change the subject if she mentioned Arthur's sugar baby.
"Do you have a problem with that guy?" Angela asked.
Instead of answering, Arthur asked back, "You don't hate Lea anymore?"
"Brother, answer my question first. You've been acting very strange and suspicious today," Angela urged, looking at Arthur seriously, not a hint of humor there.
