39 | Pain

◇ KEL ◇

18 minutes had dwindled since Miles excused himself to take a phone call, leaving me alone with Enzo at the dining table, who also got busy with his phone.

I waited, and waited. I stared at the end of the hall leading to the comfort rooms. Who was Miles talking to on the phone? Was he alone in the men's room?

"Does he think we're dating?"

I turned to Enzo. He was squinting at me and grinning lopsidedly, as if genuinely curious or amused by something. The question caught me off-guard, but he seemed rather interested than prying. "Maybe." I looked away and drank some water.

"So, he thinks we're on a date?"

"I suppose."

"Did he ask?" Enzo leaned in. His folded arms rested on the dining table.

"Not really."

"But what'd he say? Last time you talked over the phone."

"That I should stop talking to you."

Enzo chuckled. "Fair enough." He drank water from his glass and then kept staring at me. "Would you date him?" He smiled when I kept my lips shut. "If he tells you he wants