Though she felt his questioning eyes on her, Abigail pretended to remain oblivious, continuing to occupy herself with her magazine. For emphasis, she flipped the page. If he didn't get the message that she was through with the niceties yet, she just didn't have any idea what else she'd have to do. Of course she didn't have any intention on clarifying! It was hardly worth the trouble.
Sebastian set the cups down on her table and her spine stiffened. Squeezing her eyes shut for a moment, she opened them and looked at the cups again, as though she wished that they'd have been gone by the time she reopened them. That, at least, would account for the feeling of disappointment that rushed through her, anyway. Lifting her gaze, she fixated her eyes on Sebastian's hands, which were overturning pastries, before forcing herself to look at his face. "It was on the floor," she said flatly, her upper lip twitching ever so slightly. Dropping her eyes from his face and back to the pastries, she looked at them as though they had suddenly sprouted mold and opened her mouth as though she wanted to say something else, but instead waved her hand dismissively and looked back to her magazine.
"I'm sure it's just the same to you. Enjoy."
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