GLARES
Lexie's breath was caught in her throat, the pace of her heart as well as the rationality of her mind speeding off into the distance like a piercing arrow. She didn't know what to do, what to say, she was lost in her own little world of surprise.
Mark...?
What was he doing here at her hous-no Zheme's house?
What did he want?
It most certainly couldn't be her and it most certainly couldn't be a taste of Zheme's food either...so why...?
Placing her hand above her beating heart, Lexie turned to Andrew who sat idly beside her, hoping he'd have an answer that could diminish her curiosity. "What is he doing here?" She whispered to him, eyes dense with confusion.
Andrew smiled almost victoriously, pointing a finger to himself. "I invited him, you guys really needed some closure, so I thought you guys could maybe clear things up today, aren't I genius?"