Brent

I tap on the table. The repeated thumping calms my nerves as I stare off into the distance.

The slow music plays.

Rodney sits across from me, playing a game on his phone with the sound up.

Uma, what the hell are you doing in there?

What was I thinking when I asked Uma and Rodney to dinner tonight?

Oh yeah, I remember. I needed a second and third opinion on Vanessa.

She's done an eighty-degree turn on me in the last month.

It was ...