"With whom?"

My eyes widened with his kind of question.

-'With whom? What is this, an interrogation?'-

"With Sandy."

"And?"

I looked at him as my eyebrows knitted. "With Nancy."

"And there's another one!"

Why do I feel like he's questioning me who I had eaten lunch with?

"So, you already know there's another one?" I don't need to ask where he got the information because I don't see anything wrong with it.

"Yes! Why don't you tell me who's ...