Jay punched his left hand with his right fist. “I am sick of not being anybody.” He covered his face with his palms.
I was out of patience; I said nothing. I quickly looked at my phone. Naina had texted emojis of a man wailing. Her note read, “Is f**k face Dubois crying?”
I typed, “And much more,” before putting my phone away.
I couldn’t help note how different Rohan was compared to Jay. Rohan made me feel special—like I was the center of his universe. Jay was distracted even in the café. He was watching a police car chase show and taking out his frustrations on me. Rohan was always playful but in a light-hearted, silly sort of way. He had never tried to seize an opportunity with me.
My phone rang a few times. The text was from Rohan. “Don’t chicken out, Matron. Our table at Dionysus i
