“I don’t want them to f*****g know about you.” He drops my hand like a hot potato and strides to our table, pulling my chair out angrily.
What the hell? It’s not my fault his work friend is here, but I take a seat anyway.
“Drink?” he snaps.
Is he kidding me? I’ve done nothing wrong.
“Please,” I reply calmly.
He disappears to the bar and I sit alone as people slowly begin to make their way in, one by one, filling the tables up.
“Hello, I’m Veronica.” One lady smiles as she sits down beside me.
“I’m Ted,” her husband says, and they begin a conversation with me about the entertainment that’s scheduled for tonight. I’m too distracted.
What’s taking Julian so long?
I glance over to the bar to see him talking to a lady and a man, deep in conversation. I take out my phone.
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