They were halfway through their meal when the evening took a downward turn.
“Hey guys. Fancy meeting the two of you here."
Aimee glanced up and saw Karla standing beside their table, her arm wrapped around Brad's as he stood there looking suddenly awkward. “Brad." Mitch set his fork and knife down and sat back in his chair. Aimee noticed that he avoided mentioning Karla's name.
“You knew we were coming here," Aimee said. “I told you this afternoon."
“Did you?" Karla c****d her head to the side, pretending an attempt at remembering the conversation. Finally, she shrugged acting all innocent. “I honestly don't remember."
There's not an honest bone in your body. Aimee gritted her teeth. “So, why are you here?"
Brad reached out and shook Mitch's hand. “She called and asked to take me out
