I try to duck down in the booth, but I know that if I can sense them, they can sense me, so this is probably pointless.
“Layla, what’s wrong?” Alex asks. “Are you about to try to sleep with me again?” When I don’t laugh at his joke, he turns to follow my gaze. “Oh, it’s Anna. Oh.”
“Yeah. and Al.” I duck my head further. Then I pull my milkshake down under the table with me.
“Layla, do you want to go?”
“Alex! Stop looking!” I hiss. “Have they seen me yet?”
“Layla, you’re being ridiculous.”
I give him a pointed look.
“Okay, maybe not.” I can tell he’s remembering the way mom systematically destroyed me. “Okay, let’s go.”
“No!” I grab his arm. “We can’t draw attention to ourselves!”
Alex looks back at mom and Al one more time then looks back at me. “Okay, what do you want to do?”
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