Table for Three

Hazel

As we got to the restaurant, I swing the car door open before either of them can, sidestepping their silent competition. It’s kind of cute in a ridiculous way, watching two grown men hover over who gets to do the simplest thing. My mood swings, though, like a pendulum, because of the text I just got from Alistair. Tomorrow is the last day. The last day I’ll see Dorian if he doesn’t remember