◇ KEL ◇ Eighteen minutes had dwindled since Miles excused himself to take a phone call, leaving me alone with Enzo at the dining table, who also got busy with his phone. I waited and waited. I stared at the end of the hall leading to the comfort rooms. Who was Miles talking to on the phone? Was he alone in the men's room? "Does he think we're dating?" I turned to Enzo. He was squinting at me and grinning lopsidedly, as if genuinely curious and amused by something. His question caught me off-guard, but he seemed rather interested than prying. "Maybe." I looked away and drank some water. "So, he thinks we're on a date?" "I suppose." "Did he ask?" Enzo mumbled after leaning closer. His arms were crossed, now resting on the table. "Not really." "But what'd he say? Last ti
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