You are really becoming fussy

Elliot muttered, “You actually ordered warm fruit juice? You really are becoming increasingly fussy, Tony.”

Myra felt even more ill at ease. Who would order warm drinks on a hot day? But… indeed, she could only drink something warm because she was having her period these days. She wondered if Tony ordered warm drinks by sheer coincidence or because of something else.

She glanced back at Tony, who—as it happened—was looking at her as well. There seemed to be an emotion in his eyes that slowly permeated the private room, giving her a momentary impression that he was wearing a tender expression.

Tender? Myra was stunned, but Tony had ireassumed his usual stony face when she looked at him again. He asked flatly, “Why are you looking at me, Miss Stark?”

Upon hearing his words, Myra was startled for a moment. Then, seeing that everyone was looking at her, she instantly went red in the face. She wanted to say that he was looking at her as well, but saying so would sound too suggestive, so sh