I didn't realize the awkward silence could only get more awkward.
Andrew hesitates, frowning at me for a long time. It's not the I'm-mad-at-you kind, but like he's thinking things through. Maybe he, too, is remembering the times we were there together, and how I rarely ordered anything for myself.
Meanwhile, Rafe never skimped on his meals. It was always because of his training, or hunting, or whatever used up his calories for the day. When did it start…?
There was a time he would say, "Well, if you don't want to order anything, we don't have to eat there."
Every time, I would insist he eat, because he was tired and worked hard.
Eventually…
Well. One day it wasn't like that anymore. I just can't really pinpoint the time it changed.
Andrew suddenly nods, a sharp up-and-down jerk of his head, before he peels out of the parking lot. "You know, I was never a fan of Mexican food, anyway."
