Suho looked around, flabbergasted by Zeno's statements. Did he imagine all of that?
"No, you did not," Zeno said.
Suho's eyes widened. Was he a mind reader?
"No, I'm not a mind reader. I can just tell from the look on your face."
Suho placed his hand over his chest. He felt breathless now. Did he just have his life read out in front of him?
"Yes, you did," Zeno said, making Suho stand and glare at him with confusion and apprehension.
"Stop that," he exclaimed.
"Stop what?" Zeno asked.
"Getting inside my brain."
"That's impossible, though," Zeno said. "You're very expressive, you know that? I guess that's what makes you a good actor."
Suho softened a little when Zeno called him a good actor. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he was flattered. Zeno was a talented performer, and being called 'good' by him meant something to Suho.
"Now, come on," Zeno continued, handing him the peeled potato.
"What is this?" Suho asked, frowning.
