Ray stared at the woman with his brows all furrowed. His phone was still up high, camera light blasting, straight-up recording her face with zero chill. The whole table next to them went dead quiet. A couple of the couples who were side-eyeing Ray's beat-up hoodie and faded white sneakers earlier were now straight-up staring longer. Some were whispering to their dates.
"Nah," Ray said, voice flat but clear. "I don't feel shit."
The woman let out this long-ass sigh, shoulders dropping like someone just took a backpack full of bricks off her. Her eyes, which were full of straight panic mixed with excitement, now looked straight-up relieved.
