“…Alright?”
So that’s how you’re going to play it?
I chewed and swallowed another piece of steak.
“Fine. See you tonight, then.”
“…”
I didn’t let his silence bother me and continued eating quietly. The rest of the meal passed in complete silence.
“I’m done, Reed.”
“Alright. Do you want to leave first?”
He had barely touched his food, and now he was suggesting I leave the table first. It was hard to chalk it up to good manners—something felt off.
“Yeah. I’ll go.”
I planned to interrogate him later, all at once.
I stood up from the chair with a composed demeanor and walked toward the dining room exit.
As I passed by him in this tense atmosphere—like…