'Her'

Discomfort pricked through Arissa's skin as she sat on the right side of Nicklaus with his mother on the other side just opposite her.

Arissa did not take a spoon out of her meal but rather, she laid back and studied Nicklaus's facial features. From his pointed nose to his strong jawline.

His skin was fair and radiant and his whole frame, from his strong shoulder blade covered in a shirt to his moderately firm chest that was shaped out of the shirt.

His now messy hair drooped and when he raised his face to put the meal into his mouth, her eyes watched his attractive thin pink lips as they parted and then went straight into his emotionless dark eyes.

Nicklaus meet her gaze but did not respond or started back at her. Her sight pricks his skin badly.

"Why aren't you eating?" Mrs. Wyatt raised her face to Arissa as she dropped her cutleries.