„Hmm. Daemon's gaze flicked up, and a second later, Blake's glass tipped over. I gasped. Water sloshed over the table, spilling into Blake's lap. He jumped up, letting out a curse. The movement shook the table again. His plate of spicy noodles slid – well, flew – onto the front of Blake's sweater. My jaw dropped. Holy mountain mama, Daemon had taken my date hostage. Jesus, Blake muttered, hands at his sides. Grabbing napkins, I turned do Daemon. My look promised a vengeful death as I handed Blake the napkins. That was really strange, Daemon said, smirking.
by Jennifer L. Armentrout
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Daemon's intense gaze interrupts a seemingly normal moment, leading to an embarrassing incident for Blake. As Blake's drink spills over, the chaos escalates when his plate of spicy noodles fumbles off the table and lands on him. This unexpected turn of events catches the narrator off guard, revealing Daemon's mischievous nature and his control over the situation. The spilled water and food serve to highlight the tension between the characters, illustrating Daemon's disruptive influence.

In the midst of the pandemonium, Blake is not only shocked but also frustrated by his clothing being ruined. The narrator’s reaction shifts from surprise to anger towards Daemon, as they prepare to assist Blake with napkins. Daemon's smirk at the unfolding disaster reinforces his playful yet troublesome demeanor. His comment about the situation being strange underscores the unusual and chaotic atmosphere that has arisen, setting the stage for deeper interactions among the characters.

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