You Like Me Too, Don't You?

And indeed, it was a long night.

Throughout the meal, I noticed Lucas stealing glances at Chris and me. He was quiet, as usual, but his mere presence was unsettling.

As the old slobs talked business, the three of us kept our mouths shut.

I thanked the stars when the meal was finally over.

I got to my feet, “I'll take my leave, Mr and Mrs Barnes. Everyone, thanks for the meal.”

“You're not staying for dessert?” Mrs Barnes queried, looking up at me.

“No, I'm afraid not.” I declined politely.

“Such a shame.” She lamented, “I was hoping we could get to spend some time together.”

“Maybe she'll come over when she gets the time,” Chris added, giving me a sly smile.

“Yes, come over next time.”

“It was really nice meeting you,” I said, feeling uncomfortable with the way they were all staring at me, including Lucas. “I will.”

“Let me take you home.” Chris got to his feet and put his hand on my waist. I saw Lucas's jaw tighten a bit, but I might have been mistaken.

Together, Chris and I left the