Chapter 100 : Still Into You
Ella
The moment Rachel asks the question, I see the signs: George's face tightening, the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth. His already sour mood is spiraling downward. I can tell; I've known him long enough to recognize the subtle signs of his irritation. He's never handled Rachel's straightforwardness well, and tonight is no exception.
Not that I'm in the mood to feel particularly sorry for him.
"Why do you always have to stir the pot, Rachel?" I think, casting her a sideways glance, but before I can intervene, George shoots her a hard look.
"Mind your own damn business," he says, his voice low but sharp. His words cut through the hum of conversation in the bar, cold and biting. "You don't know what you're talking about."
Rachel doesn't flinch. She's never been one to back down from a confrontation. Her eyes lock on his, unyielding, her lips curving into a smirk.