WINTER
"What's the problem, mister?" I say, tilting my head at Mike.
His eyes flare. "Mister? Am I the one you're calling mister?"
Nath pushes himself up from his seat, but I'm not letting Mike off that easy.
"What am I supposed to call you?" I shrug. "It's not like I know your name."
He opens his mouth, ready to fire back....then stops. I watch it click in his head, the reminder that he's supposed to be a stranger to me, not my fiancé. The way he freezes is almost funny.
I fold my arms, staring him down. "What? Forget your place?"
The others notice the tension now.
"Yeah, what happened?" one of them pipes up. "Why'd you interrupt them? Mike, what's wrong with you?"
Olivia glides over, all sugary concern. "What's the problem, honey?"
Mike clears his throat.
