“This is ridiculous,” I say softly. “I was going to order the steak.”
“Next time, I promise,” he chuckles before he bends over and kisses me.
Our intimate moment is rudely interrupted as our drinks are roughly placed in front of us. From the safety of Mason’s embrace, I look at Lauren, but she ignores me completely. I cannot tell if she has been crying or is about to cry. What I do know with certainty, is that she hates me immensely.
“We're not eating after all, please bring the check,” Mason says dryly as he takes his drink and finishes it with one go.
Lauren just nods and walks off.
“I kind of feel sorry for her,” I take a sip of my drink and scrunch my nose. “How in the hell do you guys drink it like this?”
“Years of practice,” Ezra grins and polishes off his drink as well.
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