Alessia laced her fingers through Gideon's and plopped down uninvited. "Atlanta is so huge, who would've thought we'd run into each other here? What a crazy coincidence."
I stared daggers at their interlocked hands.
"The mixologist here is super famous, right?" Alessia asked, leaning in. "Let's order some drinks to try?"
"No way."
Two voices cut through the air at the exact same time.
Gideon had spoken to Alessia first. "Your health has been all messed up ever since that car crash. The doctor explicitly said you can't drink alcohol." As he finished that sentence, he shot me a sharp, venomous glare.
The other refusal had come from me.
Meeting the gaze of all three people at the table, I pulled out my pregnancy test report without a single ounce of hesitation. "I'm pregnant."
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