“The restaurant?” He glances up at me and back down to his plate. Scowling, he pops a bite of food in his mouth and chews slowly. “Yeah. I had reservations at a place on the coast, so I’m sure they were calling back to try and reschedule.” Setting my fork down, I press my hands against the table. “You had reservations somewhere? For tonight?” “Yeah. It’s not a big deal.”
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