A knock on the door interrupted their banter. The food had finally arrived, and as she caught the delivery guy's gaze, he blushed and quickly averted his eyes. Someone was getting possessive.

"Hey! Where are you looking?" Zander snapped at the poor guy.

"I'm so sorry, Sir!"

The delivery guy looked petrified and hastily left without looking back. Zander's possessiveness was showing. She never thought he would be this possessive.

"Hey, let's eat! Stop frowning over there, you look strange," she urged, trying to lighten the mood.

"I just can't stand someone looking at you the way I desire you."

"Pervert. They were just looking, and whose fault is it?...