Finally Her Turn

Chapter 57: John

“Well, if you’re not going to talk, then I guess I’ll be the one to start us off,” Freddie says suddenly, aggressively stabbing at something in his salad, probably pretending that it’s me he’s jabbing like that.

I took him to dinner, as promised, but I figured I’d wait until we ordered and finished most of our food before starting in on the heavy stuff, just in case things get heated and one of us decides to bail. I promised him dinner, and I intend to keep my word. I thought I was being considerate, but I guess he’s getting impatient.

To be fair, this whole meal has been awkward as hell. He’s been quiet but in a way that has made it clear that I’m not his favorite person, and he’s not here because he enjoys my company. He’s mostly just been grunting and grumbling in response to everythi