"That is your problem and not mine. And I believe we wouldn't be having this conversation if you didn't butt in," Raymond wasn't very polite with his response.
He lifted his hand and stuck them in his trouser's pockets. "It's clear you don't like me and I dislike you as much…,"
"Raymond, that's enough. People are watching," Joanna intervened. She signalled at the customers who were looking in their direction.
"He was the one meant to us first and yet you didn't scold him. Do you know that you are biased?" Derrick retorted, his fierce glares centred on Amos' face.
Amos was too mad to care about his glares.
"I just want to have a peaceful meal but as long as the three of you keep fighting you know I won't be able to achieve that," She said after carefully thinking about her response.
There was quietness on their table afterwards.
