“Mm.”
“Ooh, black forest ham.”
“Mhm.”
“Okay.”
Suddenly, Ethan’s menu was pushed flat to the table. Nik stared at Ethan expectantly. “Are you ever going to talk about it?”
“Talk about what?”
Nik rolled his eyes pointedly before going back to his own menu. “I’m not an i***t, Eeraja. Two days in that house by yourself and you practically crawled your way back on set. Your work’s been suffering, we both know that, and now, even though you’re starving, you’re tempted to say you’re not hungry anymore.” Again, he looked up, his reading glasses half way down his nose. “It’s okay to be upset.”
“Upset? I’m not upset. This is for the best. Besides, we’re not broken up.”
“No. You just have to pretend like you are.”
Brow knitting together, Ethan put his head in his hand and stared off at the f
