Delaney POV
Following dessert, Scarlett eagerly kept chatting with the manager about the new menu, covering the choice of plates for the forthcoming dishes.
After listening for a bit, I gradually lost interest. I glanced at my phone.
“It's been twenty minutes, and Jaxen still hasn't come out of the bathroom. Scarlett, do you want to get him some medicine? When we first started trying the desserts, I noticed his skin getting paler and a few beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.”
Scarlett paused at my reminder, then turned to the manager and asked him to have someone prepare some medicine in case Jaxen needed it when he came out.
Watching her give those instructions, I realized that my best friend had noticed that Jaxen wasn't feeling well, too.
And if she'd noticed but hadn't s
