She was, obviously, not as good actress as she thought herself to be, for her anger could still be discerned. However, it had, for the two other people, another meaning. Jealousy. The man's ego could reach the roof as his lips lifted in an arrogant sneer. He was handsome, one had to give him that, and seeing the fancy restaurant, he was evidently wealthy as well -or knew how to fake it, that was good too-; though, there was something in his hairstyle that didn't sit right with her. He had drowned his brown hair in gel, that he had styled in a curly fringe. Maybe, what made her uncomfortable was the fact that it was her father's most favorite hairstyle.
