Nadia seemed nice enough when we first met, but now that I’m in her living room, crashing at her place for the next few days, she’s less than enthusiastic to see me. She barely looks up from her video game and then only to tell me what it is she wants to order for dinner—chicken lo mein and spring rolls. “Spring, not egg,” she clarifies, fingers flying over the game controller. “Make sure you get the right ones.”
I want to ask, “Or what?” But Kyle shakes his head slightly, just enough to dry the words up in my throat. Okay, so maybe I don’t want to know or what after all.
I order my standby favorite, pepper steak with onions, Kyle gets sesame chicken, and we throw in another order of spring rolls for ourselves. While we wait for the delivery to arrive, we sit on the couch in awkward sile
