For someone like Marcus, it was no surprise that attention followed him wherever he went. His presence alone drew eyes, calm yet strong, the kind that made people pause without realizing why.
I straightened slightly and spoke with sincerity. "Thank you again for helping me today, Mr. White. And thank you for dinner as well."
He had done more than enough for me, and I couldn't ignore that.
He gave a small frown, then let out a quiet, indifferent hum in response. Nothing more. No extra words, no reaction that lingered.
The meal passed in silence. It wasn't awkward, just natural for two people who barely knew each other. There was no expectation of conversation. Marcus carried himself with quiet composure, his presence steady and controlled, and yet it still drew subtle attention from others around us.
After finishing my food, I gently set my utensils aside.
Marcus noticed right away. He lifted his gaze and asked in a low voice, "Are you full?"
I nodded and offered a faint smile.
