“Still interested in that guy?” I asked Ichika while sitting in Escape.
Callan had ignored me again today during school, and I really needed to talk to him, really needed to apologize. If he had plans with the mob, then he had to be here, right? This was where they hung out.
“Sorta,” she started, sipping on some water. “We f****d a couple of times, and …”
Yet while Ichika talked, I couldn’t focus.
I scanned the bar again, then stared out the window at the parking lot, looking for his car. But all the cars here were sleek with tinted windows. And it was dark outside, so they all looked the same to me.
“I’m going to use the restroom,” she said at some point.
Unable to focus, I nodded. When Ichika searched for the restroom, I pulled out my phone and opened our messages to each other. My
