Mr.Wrong
Amy waved me over.
I made my way to the table, offering a quick smile as I took the empty seat beside her. The conversation was light, mostly revolving around, debating what to order , weekend plans and office gossip. It was easy enough to nod along, to pretend I was fully present. But my mind was still restless, a nagging sense of unease settling in my gut. As I picked up the menu, Amy leaned toward me.
"You should try the truffle pasta. It's amazing," she suggested. “It is amazing.”
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