Willow
“Did you kill someone?” I ask him.
He remains quiet for a few seconds, and I wait impatiently. “No,” he finally says.
“Then it can probably get fixed.”
“ I wish...” He exhales. Then he looks at me, his face filled with sadness.
“I’m sorry for making your life a mess. I’m the one who went to the club, and I’m the one who went to the apartment when you told me to stay away.” I say to him.
“It’s not your fault, this is all me.”
The waiter comes back to take his food and drinks order, and I also order a drink.
"Don't worry, I'm going to pay for our meal," I say to her.
"No, you can order anything, you are not allowed to pay."
"How much did my friend give you?" I eye her suspiciously, worried that she might be left with little money.
She chuckles, breaking eye contac
