Twenty-Three: Dinner With An Ex.

The strobing lights of the restaurant were of a variety of colors and they bounced back and forth the corner of her eyes. For most of the night, Sofia had her eyes buried into her plate. Her hands struggled to hold unto the knife that then sliced into her piece of turkey.

But she could still feel Damien's gaze burn into the back of her head.

Besides the cutlery clinches, the table was an eerily quiet one. That was before the same old whiny voice of Emma pierced through her ears, a reminder that she was still very much present. "So tell me, how have you been?" She had a lot courage to ask that but that question was so Emma and it only made it hard to believe that there was once a time they were inseparable best friends.

She lifted her eyes then but was met with Damien's.

He was the one who cupped his chin now in an emotion close to embarrassment. "Can you not—" His hands reached to Emma's, holding them to the table and Oscar cleared his throat, counting the minutes till he left this aw