Nyssa & Chris Argent
There was a reason she liked his company. Hey lips curled into a sneer. "Is that so? I didn't know you cared." She tossed the napkin back onto the table. Classy was overrated.
"Do you enjoy explaining to them why they got punched in the face or do you let them figure it out?" She folded her arms over her chest, grinning. "Should we leave her or did you want to escort her out?"
She popped the bones in her neck, one arm unfolding as the woman got to her feet and took a step towards Nyssa. The hand held a butter knife, which caused the woman to stop inches from it. "Go on, shoo. The adults are talking."