Me, After You: Sekar
My face wasn't hot; it was combusting.
"A 'glimpse,' but you remember his exact ink?" Karin squinted, pointing a spoon.
"Who needs a refill?" Nikau's voice sang from the kitchen, laced with laughter that helped nothing.
"What else did you see, Sekaaar?" Nina was holding her stomach.
"I hate all of you," I muttered into my hands, smiling through it.
"Sekar," Andin said, the calmest voice in the hysteria. "Did you two sleep together?"