The rest of dinner was full of small talk. I listened and ate and accepted the second beer Hitomi offered. When we’d finished and our hosts were clearing the table, I excused myself and dragged Katie into the entry hall.
“What makes you think I want to join some random band?” I hissed.
“They’re not asking you to join, they’re asking you to fill in for a weekend,” she returned, matching my volume. I scowled.
“What makes you think I want to fill in for a weekend with some random band?”
“They’re good. They’re fun. You’ll like them.”
I kept scowling, but after listening to them chat and laugh through dinner, I had to admit they seemed pretty alright. That was high praise, coming from me. “You know I don’t like when you spring s**t on me like this,” I muttered.
“I know,” she said, and smi
