Dante’s not too impressed with the lunch—after Mama Espinosa’s cooking, most everything else pales in comparison. But he paid for it, or rather, Mr. Vasquez did, and he isn’t one to let a free meal pass him by. It would have been nicer if they had the table to themselves, just him and Ryan across from him, they could look into each other’s eyes as they ate and pretend they were two lovers on an weekend trip, dining at exquisite restaurants and taking in the town.
But they’re not alone, Josey’s here with her sister, and she keeps talking talking talking until Dante just wants to ask her to shut up, please? Every now and then he smiles past her to ask Ryan something but she’s quick to answer, ever eager to snag his attention again. By the time they’re finished eating, Ryan doesn’t bother to
