"Hey, you!" Someone yelled, staring right at them. "Why are you looking at us like that, HUH?!"
He was looking at Rowan, who couldn't hide the sharp look in his eyes. In his mind, he just wanted to burn these bastards. Even if they were all of a higher level than he was, at this time, he just felt… angry.
In fact, if one looked at his cup, one would see the bubbles created by the liquid heating up.
Obviously, a little over a year ago, this kind of talk was so prevalent that it was normalized. Although he didn't like the conversations nor had he ever participated in them, it didn't really trigger emotion in him.
Now, after being accustomed to Alterra—and most importantly, after falling in love—these kinds of comments suddenly felt personal.
Before anything could explode, the person in front of him stood and headed to the other table with a friendly expression.
