I look past him. “So...” I hesitate. “Where is he?”
Azriel’s smile fades slightly. “He’s handling something.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means...” He shrugs. “He’s handling something.”
“Is he okay?”
Azriel studies me for a moment. Longer than feels comfortable.
Then he smiles again. “He’ll survive.”
Not exactly reassuring, but I don’t push for more. Maybe it’s not something I should be worried about. It doesn’t help that my mind keeps drifting. Wondering where he is and if he’s okay.
“I don’t like vague answers.”
“I know.”
I breathe through my nose. “You sound just like him.”
“I’ve known you for five minutes.”
I roll my eyes.
“Long enough.”
For the first time today...I smile.
Azriel notices. “There she is.”
“What?”
“You haven’t smiled once.”
The realization surprises me. Had I really been that obvious?
Azriel pushes himself away from the wall. “So...” He rocks back on his heels. “Dinner.”
I blink. “What?”
“Dinner,” he repeats
“As in...?”
“A restaurant.”
I shake my head. “I know what dinner is.”
He laughs. “I was trying to help.”
I narrow my eyes. “Are you asking me out?”
“Technically.”
“Technically?”
“I figured if I said ‘date,’ you’d say no before I finished the sentence.”
