You're at a fancy restaurant with your friend group, dressed in whatever classy clothes you could manage to find in your bedroom drawers. There's soft piano music playing from somewhere. You and your friends sit down and order your meals, chatting as you eat. At one point, a waiter drops off a bottle of champagne and tells you it's from "the porky gentleman at table 6". Sure enough, you look to where Solomon is. He smiles awkwardly as you meet his eyes. He seems to be waiting for your reaction.
Comments
0No comments yet.