Some I recognized, others were new. We went into one I had never been before, so it held no memories for me – at least, not in terms of aesthetic or food.
The people, however. Before we even sat down, I was counting the glares and whispers of the other patrons. I tried not to let it bother me as we followed the hostess and I took a seat.
Eve seemed entirely oblivious. Her nose in the menu, she was only thinking about food.
Cara, however, wasn’t looking at the menu at all, but seemed to be trying to match the glare of everyone in the room all at once.
Some people, locking eyes with Cara, did look away, but most continued to stare. And to speak in quiet tones behind their hands so I could not read their lips.
Ignoring them the best I could, I focused on the menu. This restaurant had a
