"Hey, kids," he says, opening the extra chair at the table and literally sitting there as if we invited him. My mouth drops open and I look over to the table to see if Theo is looking at this, but there's no one there anymore.
"Who are you?" Nate asks with a frown, confused.
"I'm a friend of... what's your name?" he asks, giving me a look full of disdain, "It's like an ethnic name or something."
"Nukea," I mutter.
"Oh, right, Nukea," he repeats and grabs a spoon (my spoon) to try the chocolate lava cake. He literally licks the f**k out of my spoon, "So, how come you have enough money to come to this place, Nukea? I know you’re poor as dirt.”
"That's none of your business, dude," I spit, starting to get annoyed and a little offended, but to be honest I'm more intrigued than anything el
