VIANAAlvin’s hands were gripped so tightly on the steering wheel that his knuckles were white as he drove. I kept stealing glances at him, hoping he’d say something, anything, but he just sat there, staring straight ahead.“So… that tart was actually pretty good, right?”He was still silent.“I mean, your father has expensive taste, I’ll give him that.” I laughed nervously.Still nothing.I felt guilty for lying to him and making him feel like he didn't know what he was saying when he accused me of not being in the bathroom at all.I knew he knew. He wasn't stupid, and even with Emily’s excellent performance back at the restaurant, Alvin was too smart to fully buy the story. I felt like a total jerk for lying, especially when he’d actually defended me against his father’s comments.“Alvin, look… I’m sorry about tonight,” I whispered, reaching out as if to touch his arm before pulling back at the last second. “I know it was a mess. I didn't mean for things to get so weird.”He still
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