“Here. Come and sit on this side,” Ren said to me, collecting his glass and shoving his chair back. “I don’t mind moving.” “What’s the difference between this side and that side?” I asked. “Either way, I still have to look at his smug face.” “She’s right,” Fisher said. “She’s made her decision. Let her sit wherever she wants to sit.” Ren gave him an odd look. “Really?” “Really.”
