Chapter 94: A Washroom Break
The air carried the savory aroma of sizzling burgers and creamy pasta, mingling with the faint clink of cutlery and the low hum of conversation from nearby tables. We sat in a booth, the pile of shopping bags spilling over the couch beside us
Aeri leaned over her plate of chicken alfredo. Sara, across from us, dug into her Pasta, her energy undimmed despite her earlier complaints of tiredness.
I twirled my fork in my pasta, the creamy sauce clinging to the noodles, and took a bite, savoring the warmth. Aeri glanced at me, her eyes soft, her smile gentle. "You don’t have work today, right?" she asked, cutting a piece of chicken, her voice light but curious.
"Nope, no clients today," I said, smiling back.
The truth was, Jonathan’s silence meant a rare day off, and I was grateful for it after last night’s madness.
Aeri took a sip of water, "And what about yesterday? You slept properly, right?" she asked, her brow furrowing slightly, her maternal concern making my chest tighten with affection—and a flicker of guilt.
"Yeah, I slept peacefully," I said, my smile tensing, a nervous edge creeping in as I kept my eyes on my plate. *Peacefully* was a lie, the memory of the mafia brawl, Raya and Kalina’s moans flashing through my mind. "Hehe.." I sighed internally, the weight of that secret heavy, knowing I could never tell Aeri about the chaos I’d stumbled into. "Just a quiet night," I added, forcing my smile to hold, hoping she wouldn’t press.
She nodded, seeming satisfied, and took another bite, her fork scraping the plate softly.
"How about you?" I asked, shifting the focus, my voice teasing as I shot a side-eye at Sara. "You slept and ate properly? This woman here didn’t trouble your peace, right?" My lips twitched into a smirk, knowing the jab would get under Sara’s skin.