“Are you happy?” he asks.
I smile and vocalize something between “mmhmm” and clearing my throat in an octave not quite human. I am banking on him not knowing me well enough to press it. He doesn’t. He just keeps staring.
“You know how it is,” I finally manage to stammer after the silence has already crept past uncomfortable.
“Things are still a little chaotic here,” I say, trying to keep my voice cool.
“Yes,” he says. “Good to see you.”
I half turn as he walks back to his table. I catch myself from turning all the way, but I can see her dress in my periphery. I can see that she’s looking at me. He avoids walking by me again on his way out.