“What?” I ask after the waitress leaves.
“Just surprised you aren’t drinking.”
“You say that like I’m an alcoholic or something.”
Harrison shakes his head as he pulls his phone from his pocket and checks something. I itch to grab my own phone and busy myself on it. I should have asked Gia to call me with an emergency, like people do when they’re on dates and need saving.
“Can we just get to why we’re here?” I say.
He looks up at me, a slight scowl on his face. He goes back to his phone for a moment before putting it on the table, screen down.
“I want to work things out.”
The words come out as if he’s making a business proposition or offering someone a job. How did I not see how cold he was the entire time we were together? It’s not like he became this way overnight. This is who he is.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“Sure you do.”
“No, Harrison. I don’t.”
“You thought so before you started working for my father.”
“No, I—”
“Here you are, sir.” The waitress puts down his beer and then my water. “Is there anything else I can get you while we wait for your food?”
“We’re good,” Harrison says, reaching for his beer and taking a long sip.
I take a drink of my water before continuing what I was saying.
“I did not want to work things out before I started working for your father. We haven’t even discussed what happened.”
“I told you what happened.”
“It doesn’t even matter what happened, Harrison. You’re missing the point.”
Harrison picks up his phone again, typing something out. By the way he’s looking at it and typing, it seems like he’s texting someone. Who? Angela? A month ago, that would have angered me. Hurt me, even. Now? I’m just annoyed by being disrespected.
I pay him no attention, looking around the place as we wait for our food, which comes a few moments later. I start with my food, listening as he talks, but hardly paying attention.
“We are good together, Sera. Always have been. I mean, look how quickly we jumped into things. I let you into my home. You worked around my school schedule. We made a life work. And it was a good life.”
“Good? You call that good? Date night once a week, and hardly seeing you any other day? Yet somehow you made time to cheat on me? I’d hardly say that’s good, Harrison.”
He scowls again. “I’m trying to apologize here.”
I scoff, nearly choking on my food. I take a sip of water.
“Oh, is that what you’re doing?” I laugh humorlessly. “I must’ve missed that.”
I continue eating my food, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible.
How exactly am I getting out of here? Garrett didn’t say he was waiting. I guess it’s best I call a cab or ride share. Maybe I should do that now and use it as an excuse to leave.
“What happened to you?” Harrison hisses.
I drop my fork and knife onto the plate and look up at him. Is he serious?
