Shelly, Rhiannon, Noah, and Open to Anyone - Group table
Rhiannon's hand had drifted to her nape and now she scratched at it lightly, dark eyes absorbing the interaction between the two of them. Noah looked like his chair was made of concrete. Shelly had lost her potatoes. Ketchup splattered the table like blood.
"Ohhhhh," she murmured and turned to Noah. "Did you try to set her on fire?"