ALEX'S POINT OF VIEW
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The air in the Restaurant became quite hard to breath due to the tension that his demeanor is giving away.
" 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 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 ok. Nobody important. " I stupidly blur out, and I know why, and I hate myself for it, because he wouldn't care if the roles would be reversed, he wouldn't feel guilty or try to make me feel better.
He looks at me over the menu with one eyebrow raised,
