Stranger's POV
I tried to eat normally, even as my eyes kept drifting to Olivia. She was pushing her food around her plate - moving it from one side to the other, cutting it into smaller pieces, but barely actually eating anything.
The tension radiating from her was so obvious it hurt to watch. Her shoulders were too rigid, her movements too careful, like she was hyper-aware of every gesture she made. I hated seeing her like this - uncomfortable, anxious, trapped.
I wish she would just relax and act normally. But even as the thought crossed my mind, I knew how unrealistic it was. Trying to act like a man in the midst of four actual men would be terrifying to anyone, let alone someone as delicate as Olivia.
I sipped my water slowly, then decided to say something. "Is something wrong with the food?"
She glanced at me - just a quick flick of those beautiful eyes - then muttered, "No. It's good."
The lie was obvious, but I didn't push. What could I say without giving myself away?
