Everest’s P.O.V
I lean back in my seat and watch the restroom door. We’re sitting in the restaurant, me and Ben. Avery was dazed out a few seconds ago before she went to the restroom. It was weird; I ordered her food and she zoned out for a minute with a distant look in her normally bright eyes and running from the table. It’s now been almost five minutes and she hasn’t come out again. I didn’t grow up with a mother figure, and Julie and I never went out to eat like this, so I don’t know how long women take in there.
I’ll give it another ten minutes.
“Dad, why do they only fill half the packet with sugar?” Ben asks, snapping me from whatever thinking I was doing. He’s fiddling with a sachet of sugar from the pot in the middle of the table.
“Because the people who make it seem to think
