We got kicked out of the café.
“Why are they so petty—OKAY, WHY THE F*CK WERE YOU KISSING LIAM MIRREN?!” Irene said as she got inside the seat beside mine inside my car. She still was ranting, obviously annoyed of getting kicked out—which was her fault by the way because the customers inside were getting annoyed with her and reported her to the café personnel. She was even muttering things like ‘I’m a regular here!’ but to no avail.
And now, we had to continue the conversation inside my car, right outside the café.
“Am I not allowed to kiss him?” I asked, not able to look her straight in the eye. I didn’t know how I’d explain it to her, so I resorted to asking back a question.
“No! I mean, Lucas definitely deserves to see you kissing another man after what he did—like that
