Jealous You, Jealous Me

The only noise heard between the three of them at the table was the cutlery and the faint music being played somewhere in the plane. By now, she realized that Eon likes jazz and classic—if it was his choice of music that has been playing during the duration of their flight. They were still on the air and Eon asked that they have their meal together. Thus, Ehann was sitting with them in the rearranged seat that allowed them to sit comfortably around a table.

The food was great. The only problem was, Eon hasn’t talked to her and it’s slowly pissing her off. She took another sip of her wine, glaring at Eon. Ehann noticed the awkwardness between them and squirmed in his seat.

[Eon, what are you doing?]

[Shut up!] He snapped at Ehann, giving him a warning look.

Lina saw the exchange of glances between the two men that flamed her frustration towards Eon’s giving her the cold shoulders. She couldn’t understand why he was sulking jus