The Perfect Boyfriend

Darius

I sat at the table with my arms crossed, my posture relaxed, my gaze briefly falling on the neatly arranged food before shifting indifferently to the other side of the room.

Clara was there, standing with her friend, looking utterly lost.

She nodded along to whatever her friend was saying, her brows drawn together in confusion, her hands fidgeting as if she was trying to keep herself sane.