“Amy... Are you okay?” Cristelle stood up from her seat, looking concerned. Zoey also went up to check out the girl.

Amy tried to hide the sadness in her voice, “I... I’m fine... I just... My hand slipped. I’m so sorry.”

“Please don’t say sorry, sweetie,” Cristelle said. Zoey went up to help Amy clean up the mess. Amy’s eyes darted toward Cody. She knew she should control herself a bit, but she couldn’t.

Cody didn’t notice that. Thea, however, saw the way Amy looked at Cody very clearly. She was also a woman, and she knew how it felt. Thea couldn’t explain why, but she budged on her seat...