"Yup, this is it," I said, looking at him a bit annoyed.
"That's sick. What a coincidence. Maybe you've met the hot guy who bought me drinks. He even works at your company."
"... Maybe." I nodded, actually fearing the worst-case scenario. But I couldn't say it. Not to John. Not even to myself. It would be too much for me to put into words. "Hey, so…" Talking to Ruben, who prepared our drinks across from us, I kept looking around.
"Yeah?"
"Where's Xavier?" I finally asked. "Is he coming tonight or…?"
"I don't know. He hasn't said anything." Ruben shook her head as he mixed our drinks. "Why? Do you want to see him? Want me to call him?"
"Hahaha, don't even dare. I was just wondering, man. If you tell him I asked, he won't shut up later."
"You bet he won't, haha! And~ Here you go guys. Ramazotti, Champagne cocktail and an Aperol."
"Awesome, you're the best." Taking the drinks and passing them, I gave a first sip to mine. Feeling satisfied immediately by the taste.
