They're playing footsie under the table, knees bumping and feet barely touching. Max's toying with his food, "Why do these peas taste like pumpkin pie again?".
Teresa asks Alex a question, something about her last Spanish test that she brushes off with a nonchalant "Oh, it's alright, Justin will tutor me," that causes her older brother to choke on his food.
She sends a smug smile his way, and underneath the table, her hand barely brushes his thigh. His breath hitches oh so slightly and his eyes darken. "Really? When were you going to inform me about this new… arrangement?" His voice lowers with a growl, and her heart beats fast.
He'll see it her way, eventually.