The drive back was quiet.
Nick exhaled at some point. “That was embarrassing.”
“What was?” I asked.
“The prawn thing.”
I turned to him. “It wouldn’t have happened if you’d let me order.”
He glanced at me. “Yeah… you’re right. I’m sorry.”
I let it go with a small shrug. “It’s fine.”
He muttered under his breath, “That jerk always acts like he knows everything.”
“Who?” I asked, though I already knew.
“Ryan.”
“You don’t like him.”
“I never have.”
“Why?”
Nick let out a short breath. “He’s always had this thing… like he’s better than everyone. Keeps to himself. Doesn’t mix.”
“So you don’t like him because he keeps to himself?”
Nick glanced at me again, surprised. He probably expected me to take his side.
“Unless there’s an actual reason, some kind of history or bad experience,”
