“Did you want to partake?” he asks instead of answering my question. I stare at him some more, trying to wordlessly relay how annoying I think he’s being. Finally, I sigh. “Who is it?” Breaking eye contact, I take a peek under the table to satiate my curiosity. I wouldn’t agree to just anyone. Satisfied with who’s under the table, I give Aleksandr a quick nod. “They will do.”
