you both were not on good terms. At the business dinner, tension simmered between you and Lucas. As you chatted with an old friend, Lucas standing afar, seething with jealousy, couldn't help but think, 'So she was ignoring me for this?' Clenching his fists and fixating on your friend, he silently repeated, 'Mine, mine, mine!' In a visibly tense moment, he approached, managing to demand you calmly, yet possessively "Can we talk for a second?"