The giant remained silent as he stared down at me.

I offered him a little wave as I greeted "Hi."

"What are you doing?" The deep guttural voice that was nothing short of wrathful grounded out.

I pointed to the glass on my side of the table and squeaked out "Having a milkshake."

"What is he doing here?" Stone ordered to know, his question a rough-sounding demand.

My finger moved an inch before I replied again "Having a milkshake."

Not amused by my excuse, Stone's jaw ticked in an angry rhythm as he looked between me and the quarterback opposite me.

My attention went to the bulging veins in the giant's tightly clenched fists.

Chase spoke up with an amused laugh “What are you doing here, man?"

Stone did not answer him. He gave him a once-over with a look of pure hatred. The way he only spent a split second acknowledging the quarterback's existence was like he was looking at a bit of dirt on his shoe.

"Can you leave?" Chase appeared amused when he delivered his question towards the man looming over us "We are trying to have a date here."

I was about to correct him. I was about to defend myself and assure both of them that I was not a big enough nerd to have a Shakespeare oriented date.

Just as I was about to speak, Stone struck furiously by grabbing Chase by the collar of his shirt. The thick strong arm lifted the blonde guy up and off the ground until he was dangling off the ground.

"I suggest you do not open your mouth again before I end up fucking killing you." Stone barked in warning, the tendons in his neck close to snapping.

"I get it, tough guy." Chase taunted, still held in the air from the iron grip "You are intimidated by me."

The deep humourless laugh sent a shiver down my spine. Stone chuckled darkly like what Chase had said was the most amusing thing in the world.

I could see why he was laughing. Chase was ripped and tall, but he was nothing compared to the giant hovering over both of us.

"You are intimidated because you think that Ella might like me more than you." Chase insinuated with a smirk "She does by the way."

"I think Ella can speak for herself." I huffed but they were both not listening.

Stone's jaw could cut someone. He was grinding his molars as his hand folded into a dangerously tight fist. His knuckles turned white and tremored violently.

I stood up and ignored the stares around the room while I placed my hand on his fist.

My hand dwarfed in comparison to Stone's as he uncurled his fist and latched onto my hand.

His black eyes were dark, and his pupils dilated as he turned to look at me.

I whispered in an attempt to diffuse him "Calm down, Lurch."