Unlike the rest of their little group, Marcus had not arrived at the restaurant with any sort of romantic intent. He'd arrived at the restaurant cause he'd worked the National team as hard as ever, himself included, and he had been bloody starving when it was all over. Katie was there for the same purpose. After that first time, they'd been frequenting the place quite regularly.
"Ackerley seems to be working a little harder," he commented, stabbing another piece of roasted potato with his fork, "seems the threat of benching him worked well enough." It was an entirely different thing to know if it would keep working, but Marcus would wager that it was a bit embarrassing to be chosen for the team only to sit on the bench while a reserve took your spot. He was betting on the man's ego to finally work in their favour.
Whatever his intentions for the evening had been, it had not included Lexi standing at the side of their table glaring at them. Raising an eyebrow, he leaned comfortably back in his chair, letting his eyes run over her as a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. "Well, look at you," he grinned, finally meeting her eye, "looking like a proper Pureblood princess."
Some days it was rather hard not to just punch Marcus Flint straight in the mouth. She loved him. She did. But she couldn't deny that he was all sorts of irritating.