June

The menu slips from Hermes's hands, landing on the table with a loud thud. My eyes widen for a second, then I bite the inside of my cheek to stop a laugh from escaping.

"Are you okay?" I ask, reaching slightly to pick it up, but he waves me off, his jaw tight.

"I’m fine," he mutters, voice low, almost rough. His fingers brush the table as he lifts it back into place.

But I know he’s far from fine, he's not even close. And that’s how I know my plan is working.

Hermes Grande ...