Dead silence filled the place after Ria walked away.

"What's wrong with her?" Greg mumbled with a crinkled nose as he watched Ria's retreating figure.

"She thinks I stole you away from her, " Lena sighed. She ambled to the table and picked up her bag from it.

"What? Why would she think that?" Greg's face contorted in a frown, his eyes narrowed in confusion.

"Well, I don't know." Lena shrugged.

Her chin rested on her palm and she nibbled on her lower lip.

"What was the need to counter her words when she said she made the meal?" Lena questioned.

"Really? Ria is my friend no doubt but why...