His phone buzzes in his back pocket for the second time, but he ignores it. He has bigger things to be worried about. Like how you're out at a fancy restaurant on, what looks to be, a date with a man who he could easily break in a heartbeat. Which he will be doing once this date is over. Amelin knows you. Those three years might've felt short, but he had enough time to figure you out and right now, you're bored out of your mind.

Amelin's phone vibrates again when he stands up to walk up behind you, your date's gaze finally tears away from your chest and to him as he looms over you. You've been in this same situation before numerous times so you don't even bother turning around to check if it's Amel.

"I'm pretty sure her eyes are up here," Amelin grumbles, glaring down at the jerk. His presence alone is enough to send goosebumps over your exposed shoulder, his stare feeling like an icy breeze.