"He would take me to his gym every Saturday. He was the one to try and help me control my anger."

"You are intimidating, and I have seen grown men look like they are about to pee themselves when speaking to you, but I have never seen you unleash your anger." I told him.

He nodded "It is not something I plan to ever let you see. I do not want you to see that side of me."

"Did your dad's teaching not work?"

"I learned how to control it after years of training as a kid but then they died, and it went to shit." He replied bluntly.

Studying him, I tried to think back to a time that he acted violently. I could not think of any. Sure, he was threatening at times, but he never acted on it.

That reminded me that I still had not gotten to the bottom of how he got his black eye so I asked him "How do you control your anger now?"

Stone did not answer. He avoided my eye and looked out the window with a clenched jaw.

I took the hint and chose to change the subject “What about your mom? What was she like?"

"She was passionate about everything. She was a librarian." He mentioned before explaining "That is how I make sense of your nerdy references."

"Yeah right." I scoffed "You are so a nerd. You are the only person that does not look at me like I have grown a second head when I speak about books. You are just as big as a reader as I am."

He sat back in his chair with a small smirk as he nonchalantly rebutted "I am just interested in what you have to say."

I hummed to show my disbelief.

Then I suddenly remembered the previous conversation and I felt the need to reassure him "You know that if I had to name the top ten-character traits of you, aggressive would not be one of them."

His expression showed genuine disbelief and he almost appeared happy at my confession.

"However," I began with a sweet smile "Annoying ass would definitely make the list."

Shaking his head, he let out a deep laugh from his chest.

"I do not see you as violent." I revealed to make sure he knew that I did not feel scared of him "Even with the whole scary yet hot thing you have going on."

His taunting smirk grew, and my eyes widened when I realised what I had said.

I looked down at the table and wished that I had the ability to teleport.

Once I noticed a young guy was approach us, I pointed to him and blurted out "Food!"

The waiter put the two plates of food that we ordered in front of us but lingered at the edge of the table after he was finished serving them.