131: Anything with a Stick and a Pair of Balls

"Hey, Ethan." Ayla stepped inside the dining hall, all dressed up and ready to leave at the earliest. "How are you doing?" She walked around the table to settle down in the seat next to the man in question, deliberately ignoring everyone else. 

"Good, I guess. What about you though?" He beamed down at her as he began to pass her some of the dishes. 

"Meh!" She shrugged it off, not wanting to go into the details. She was barely able to get some sleep last time and spent most of it tossing and turning around. "I have been better." She muttered under her breath as her thoughts drifted to the reason behind her restlessness. It was the man who had promised to do right by her. But there she was, doing everything in her power to avoid even looking in his direction. 

"You alright? Everything okay?" He drew his brows together and looked around the table. It was only now that he was able to detect the tension