FUKAYNA
I hadn’t seen Dragoș for almost a week now. Where could he be? His restaurant had opened again after it was fixed, but he wasn’t there when I sent Relia to check on him, pretending to be a client.
When she finished her dinner and left the restaurant, she told me, “He’s out of town.”
My heart sank at the news. “Where is he exactly?”
“His sous-chef didn’t say.” She shrugged. “He told me he’s managing the restaurant in the meantime, but Dragoș will be back anytime soon.”
“Do you think he didn’t leave Suceava for good?”
“Well, who knows? Maybe he’s pissed because you’re chasing after him,” she pointed out.
“That’s not impossible, considering that he always told you to get lost,” Neb Er Tcher agreed.
I frowned at him and my friend. “I know where he lives, so maybe I can just go
