Faces and movements blurred around Xavier. His expression, pitying and worried, was all I could keep in focus.
I hated that expression. Hated that he knew me well enough to know when to use it. I could ignore other's pity but not his. Because he knew what truly shook me.
When Kay turned to face me I feared his face would hold that same pity. Instead, his eyes were inquisitive. Open and waiting for me to explain what the date meant to me.
I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed, "Do they serve alcohol here?"
"Only soju and rice wine," Xavier answered.
"Works for me!" I gestured for Xavier to lead us to his table.
Three places were set at the table. Xavier sat in front of a half filled cup of water. I took Amy's seat. I knew it'd been hers from the balled up napkin and the full cup of lemonade. Kay sat in the spot that'd been saved for the me that wasn't supposed to show.
