Alessandro’s point of view.
The air in the restaurant becomes quite hard to breathe due to the tension his demeanor is giving off.
“Don’t let me bother you. Continue what you were doing,” he says in a cold tone as he looks through the menu, not even sparing me a glance.
Did he see my text?
Oh, for Christ's sake, even if he did, it's not like we were sexting, and even if we were sexting, he's damn straight, but even if he were gay, we're not involved, and even-- f**k, I'll have a stroke!
“It’s okay. Nobody important,” I stupidly blurt out, and I know why, and I hate myself for it because he wouldn't care if the roles were reversed. He wouldn't feel guilty or try to make me feel better.
He looks at me over the menu with one eyebrow raised, but I can't quite read him because that's all
