“Georges is your ex!” Victor exclaims. “But you told me you weren’t sleeping with him!” he added in an accusatory tone that perhaps I didn’t like.
“I said I’m not sleeping with him now, not that I’ve never done that,” I fumed.
Georges, meanwhile, had just spotted us and was walking towards us, a smile on his face. Something told me that his presence here wasn’t quite a coincidence.
“Danielle! I found you!” he shouted when he reached us. “Hi,” he said to Victor.
They shook hands, but there was no warmth in the gesture. Georges hardly looked at Victor, and the latter had put on an indecipherable expression, as usual.
“Let me guess, you were just passing by chance, and you bumped into us.”
Georges grabs a chair at the next table and sits down at ours without asking us. He leaned his elb
