August's smirk widened into a full smile at Venus's side comment. A part of him wanted to ask if she was jealous, if it bothered her even in the least that other women had the habit of drooling over him when he walked into a room. But the mention of his brother only reminded him that, of course, that wasn't possible. Trent looked exactly like him, so she was used to that kind of behavior, and even when jaws dropped at the sight of him, he only had eyes for Venus. So did August, for all that it mattered. He swallowed down the acrid taste that had built in his mouth at the thought of sharing his lunch with the two of them together. "Have some sympathy for the poor girl. I mean really, who could see all of this," August stretched out, presenting himself with a ridiculous look on his face, "and not melt into a puddle. You're just lucky that rock on your finger makes you immune." A wink followed the remark.
He was just about to ask how Venus was feeling when he was cut off by the approach of the waitress. "Hey August," the girl's tone was sheepish as she addressed him, though it remained the same when she greeted Venus. He had only seen her in the restaurant a handful of times; she was new and incredibly shy from what August had seen. "What would you two like today?"
"I'll have the special, sweetheart, and for the lovely lady..." August tilted his head toward Venus for her to give her order. When all that had been taken care, he turned his attention back to the woman across from him. "You feel like taking those shades off, or am I going to have to keep thinking you're making faces at me. Not that that's unusual, but I'd at least like to see them." The smile on his face dropped slightly as he reached out to the arm that had the gash going down it. He was careful not to touch the actual wound, but instead gently grabbed her wrist below it. "A few stitches, huh?" His hand lingered a moment before he pulled it back to his side of the table. "You feeling okay?"