"Why the hell..." he shook his head, knowing that the conversation wouldn't get far if the question was asked.

"I leave on Monday." He relinquished his grip from his hands and started to fidget. The salads were dropped off with a hope that they enjoy the food. Bynn didn't even lift his gaze or his hand to start eating. Shock still riddled his mind and body, and his hunger had suddenly dwindled.