~Leon's POV~
His eyes went wide as saucers, and he nearly choked on his bite of food.
He squeezed them shut briefly, shaking his head, as if he expected me to vanish when he opened them again. When I didn't, his fork froze mid-air, and he looked so caught off guard that I couldn't help but laugh softly.
"Slow down, Beck," I teased, my voice a low rumble meant only for him. "I didn't mean to scare you, but..."
Before I could finish, Beck scrambled out of his chair, nearly knocking it over. He stood rigid and bowed deeply. "Sir! I'm so sorry, I didn't notice you were... I mean, do you need me to do something, sir?"
The entire cafeteria was dead silent, every model watching us with wide eyes. I opened my mouth to explain. "Yes, I came because—"
"Okay! I'll go outside with you and help you out right away," Beck interrupted hurriedly, his face flushed.
I blinked, surprised by his sudden rush, but he was already gesturing toward the door. "After you, sir."
