His eyes hold mine, and I know he’s trying to make me crack without actually saying anything.
“Where is your new apartment in San Fran?” He changes the subject.
“In my old neighbourhood, around the corner.”
“It’s okay?”
“Yes, smaller than my last one but it will be fine.”
He twists his lips as he listens. “How long is your lease?”
“Twelve months.”
“Twelve months?” He snaps in an outrage.
“Yes,” I reply calmly. “Is that a problem?”
“No.” He bites the food off his fork with force. “Why would it be?” he asks through gritted teeth.
I inwardly smile, and we eat in silence, once more.
“What time does your plane leave?” I ask.
“Five.”
“Okay, you probably should get going soon,” I reply happily.
He stares at me, deadpan. “I should.”
“You should ask your friend Tiffany for the bill.”
“I will.” His bottom teeth catch his top lip, and I know he’s trying desperately to hold his tongue. “I mean, there’s no reason to stay in New York tonight, is there?”
“No.” I shrug. “There really isn’t.”
He narrows his eyes. “I guess I’ll see you around then.”
“Yeah, maybe.” I shrug casually, as if I don’t have a care in the world.
“Where are you going tonight?”
“Out with my work friends for dinner and drinks. It’s my farewell dinner. I’m really looking forward to it.” His eyes hold mine, and it’s really hard not burst out laughing at his attempt to hide his tantrum from me. I can read him like a book.
“Well, have a safe trip.” I stand.
“We need to split the bill.”
Nathan doesn’t split bills. This is the first time in ten years I have ever heard him say that to anyone. “Okay, great. How much do I owe you?”
“Sit back down while I work it out.” he whispers angrily.
“What’s wrong with you?” I ask innocently.
“Nothing.”
“Really? Because you look like something is wrong.”
“Nothing. Is. Wrong.” He growls.