no table.”
Behind them, strangers shifted awkwardly. Some looked away. Some stared.
But no one helped.
Maria lowered her voice. “Chloe, please. It’s her birthday.”
Chloe sighed dramatically. “There are nicer places nearby. You’d probably be more comfortable there. Bigger portions too.”
That did it.
Elena flinched again.
“Please,” she whispered to Maria. “Let’s continue reading …