Etienne bit his lower lip, clearly conflicted. "I want to ask him. But I don't know how."
Crap. I want this conversation to end. This ugly feeling started to rise inside me, and my brows began twitching, ready to be mean. I didn't realize I'm this petty. Just talking to someone about Claude is making me jealous. Or is it only because that someone is Etienne?
Someone in Claude's list of 'whom to treat kindly'.
I threw a roll of kitchen towel in the cart as I replied nonchalantly, "Just knock on his door with a cup of tea and hit him with a 'Hey, why did you look like a rejected soap opera actor when you saw me last week?' Easy."
A soft laugh escaped Etienne's lips, musical and bright. "I don't think that would go well."
"You'd be surprised," I muttered, slightly bitter. If it's Etienne, Claude won't be annoyed. He might even answer seriously.
