ASTRID
Jordan’s eyes sneak up to mine as I navigate the tables towards them. Behind me is a woman in a white shirt and maroon colored pants. She’s chatting, asking me about my day and stuff I don’t care to focus on as my entire attention is on the dark-haired man sucking a straw, his lips twisting in a smirk.
Dad shoots up from his chair as I draw closer to the table. He comes around the table and pulls out a chair for me.
“Hi, Dad. How long have you been waiting?”
He engulfs me in a warm hug, and I hear him inhale slowly. I relax into him, placing my head on his shoulder. Then, he moves away and gestures at the table. That’s when I noticed the woman leaning her chin on Jordan’s shoulder and peering into his phone.
She raises her head as if she can feel my stare and tosses me a charm
