Julian’s pov“Look; I’m sorry for how that came out,” he apologized. “I just meant you’re new to all this. The rules are stupid, I know.”“I get it,” I said. ”I’m rough around the edges. It’s true.”“That’s enough,” he said and stopped to look at me. The busy city street flowed around us. “That’s not what I meant. Those people in there… they’re snobs. They judge everyone. I just… I should have stepped in sooner. I’m sorry.”“Whatever. It’s your world. I’m just visiting for a year.”He sighed, a frustrated sound. “Come on. I know a place. Let’s go there instead of the fancy place we were to go.”I shrugged as he took me to a quiet Italian restaurant. The owner greeted Silas by name, clapping him on the shoulder, and didn’t even blink at my t-shirt.We sat in a corner booth. Silas ordered for us in fluid Italian. When the waiter left, he leaned forward.“Look,” he said, his stormy gray eyes serious. “This is going to be hard. There’s a lot of… performance. But you don’t have to become
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