The silence, though boring, suited him fine enough. It was a pity that it had to end, especially like this. Anthony furrowed his brows and put his glass down on the table. This was getting uncomfortable. He did not enjoy those eyes on him. He was so caught up in his own discomfort that he barely even noticed the girl. Anthony tried to put his glass on the table, realized he'd already done that, and then slowly stood up and frowned. Suddenly, leaving seemed like a wonderful idea.