"If you can write a whole essay about the playwright's eating habits then you do that." I laughed "But I will teach you the real reason."

After I finished explaining why the setting was important to the play, I sat and waited for him to write some notes.

Looking around again as Chase copied down what I had just said, I noticed that there were a group of guys outside of the ice cream parlor.

five well-built men were visible through the large window. Three of which had their back to me. One of the guys facing my way had brown hair and a noticeable scar on his eye like the villain from The Lion King.

Standing next to one of the unknown males was another guy who looked familiar. I leaned closer to get a better look, but the setting sun blinded me in the process.

I blinked a few times before I realised who was standing outside.

My action of moving closer only and staring at the group made Brennan notice me.

Brennan's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he saw me sitting there. He then switched his gaze to the guy across the table from me and his eyes widened further.

I had never considered myself a perceptive person. It was probably because I always had my head in my clouds or because I was dreaming up something.

One of the men outside who had their back to me was much larger than the rest. He was a thick body of muscle, and he was wearing an infamous leather jacket.

The boy with the scar who I had never seen in my life before pointed right at me.

Stone's well-built body moved to turn around.

Instinctively, I slid down in my seat and covered my face with my hand.

Maybe the re-dyeing of the green was not such a good idea.

Chase looked up from his notebook and raised an eyebrow at my hiding skills.

"What are you doing?" The quarterback questioned.

I said the first thing that popped into my head "I am re-enacting what Romeo would have looked like hiding under Juliet's balcony."

"What?"

"This is visual learning." I blurted out as I sank further into my seat.

The blonde footballer did not look convinced by my excuse. He instead looked over his shoulder at what I was looking at.

Stone was storming towards us. He was taking long violent and determined steps towards our table and his expression was furious. His dark eyes were zoned in on the two of us as his jaw ticked viciously. He looked like a caged beast that had been set free.

The light of the ice cream shop darkened. A shadow was cast across the table as the large figure towered over us.

His presence created a cold atmosphere in the place. Which was a complete contrast to what I was feeling.

I felt overheated and my skin felt on fire.