“But for now I need to excuse myself to have a chat with the owners.” Jason gets up to leave.
The small, dimly lit restaurant was bustling, the air thick with the scent of sizzling meat and the chatter of patrons. My fingers drummed nervously on the white linen tablecloth as I sat across from Jade, Marcy, and Grace.
They all wore perfectly tailored clothes, their expressions a mix of curiosity and suspicion. The tension was palpable, almost suffocating, as if the very air had been saturated with the unease swirling around the table.
Jade, the one with sharp features and even sharper eyes, leaned forward, her gaze piercing. "So, Faith," she started, her voice laced with something I couldn't quite place, "how long have you known the triplets?"
I swallowed hard, resisting the urge to gl
