By the time I get back to the table, the food has arrived and poor Ethan and Mr. and Mrs. Murphy are sitting politely not eating while their food gets cold.
Dan’s still not back.
“I went to the ladies’ room and couldn’t find either of you,” Mrs. Murphy says when I sit down. “Where did you two go?”
“We, uh,” I hesitate. “We had a little fight. I’m sure Dan just went to get some air.”
Ethan raises an eyebrow. “And where did you go?”
There’s a knowing smirk on his face I can’t say that I like.
“I got a drink at the bar. Sorry, Mr. Murphy.”
Mr. K gives me a genuine smile. “And do you feel better?”
I smile back. “I definitely do.”
After a couple minutes, we decide to dig into our food, tired of waiting for Dan to return. She rejoins us a few minutes later, tucking her phone back into h
