Jasper Sherwood looked at him.
Shawn Hawthorne was so frightened by his expression that he immediately let go.
How could he describe that feeling?
It was a dark, dead-eyed stare, as if looking at a corpse, and it sent a chill down his spine.
Shawn Hawthorne swallowed hard, not understanding what had happened to set him off all of a sudden.
Jasper Sherwood pushed himself up from the table, his chair scraping harshly against the floor. A polite, courteous smile appeared on his face. "Enjoy the rest of your meal. I'm heading out."
The coach quickly called out to him, "Jasper Sherwood, we're not done yet. You can't just leave. Have a few more drinks. We don't usually let you drink, so you can let loose this time."
A faint smile played on Jasper Sherwood's lips, but his eyes were ice-cold. "Next time, Coach. Something's come up that I need to deal with right away."
The coach, worried he really had an emergency, waved his hand. "Alright, then. Go on. Be safe on your way."
