The past

Warner? Why was he calling me?

The phone buzzed again. But this time, it was a message from him.

"Who's it?" 

My thumb halted in the mid way from opening the message. Slowly turning around, I put my phone back into my purse. "It's Mom, she asked if we've reached the party safely."

I couldn't mention Warner's name now. No matter how sweet he was right now, jealousy didn't sit well with him. He proved it many times before. And I didn't want to ruin this night when it just started.

I'd just talk to Warner later.

Nodding, he put the trays of food on the table and gestured to me to sit. Of course, pulling my chair for me.

Shaking my head, I smiled. "Thank you."

When he settled at the opposite chair of me, my eyes fell on his broad shoulders. Gone his jacket, now he was only in his black shirt. And it clung to his sculpted chest and a