I grab the check, intending to pay for both of us.
“What are you doing?” Ariella holds out her hand. “At least let me pay my portion.”
“You can get the bill the next time we come out.” I hope there will be a next time and Moreno doesn’t have a fit when he finds out I snuck out.
I shouldn’t worry about what Moreno thinks. He’s not my parent. I’m an adult. But I still can’t let the nagging suspicion that he might be right sneak back into my head.
Ariella zips her purse. “Fine. But you’re coming to dinner at my place.”
“With Moreno?”
Her eyes widen. “Don’t push it.”
The waitress comes back to collect my credit card, and the smile disappears from my face as I glance past her and see an all too familiar face stepping into the café.