“Shut. The. Fuck. Up,” I mouthed to him, enunciating every word slowly so there would be no mistaking what it was I was saying. He pointed a finger at me. “You shut up,” he mouthed back. Somehow, we started arguing without actually saying a word, gesturing violently with our hands and cursing each other out while everyone else at the table had their heads turned. The only one watching what was going on was Mikhail, and he just seemed to find the whole thing humorous, leaning back in his chair and eating his food with an amused smile on his face.
