IZABELLA
“Can we just move on to something else?” I said for what might have been the millionth time since I sat at this table.
Nicole paused, noticing the frustration and tiredness on my face for what might’ve been the first time this whole evening. She looked apologetic immediately, abandoning her hearty ‘I hate Xavier’ speech.
I sighed and took a sip of my coffee, leaning back into the semi-isolated booth in the café. Nicole hadn’t stopped talking about Xavier since we slipped into the booth nearly an hour ago. Unfortunately, she’d caught the tail end of our interaction and was trying to grill everything out of me while including her own commentary at the same time.
I probably wouldn’t have minded giving Nicole all the information she needed some other time, but my nerves were alrea
