Chapter Eighteen
Wait, why is he mad at me ?
I take a step back into the counter, unable to move further away.
What is going on in Michael's head right now?
"Is something wrong?"
I dare to ask, not wanting to wait for him to explain, especially since Steve is frowning now and I can tell that he just wants to get around Michael and start working. He's busy with his own tasks here at the diner, and while he'll stop for a friendly chat now and then, he has a lot to do.
"See you both later. Have a good one."
He doesn't wait to hear Michael's response to my question, awkwardly shuffling around Michael, who doesn't budge or answer him.
Which is rude, and very unlike the Michael I know.
The Michael I used to know.
"Is something going on between you and Parker?"
I lift my
