Playing Second Fiddle
She just held her wine glass and looked straight at me.
I scratched my head, feeling speechless. Was she really still expecting me to block drinks for her?
What was the point of her first love coming back, then? I wasn't going to swerve out of my lane for no reason.
For a moment, things were awkward.
Just as Stewart reached towards the glass, Evie jerked her hand away, her gaze not moving from me in the slightest.
"Stewart's not in good health, so you do it."
With that one sentence, my status was once again pushed to the very bottom.