#Chapter231

“As long as they speak English, then it sounds like a date.” I carry on eating, feeling better, less shitty. Food is the answer to all of life’s problems.

“I told them you were finding the language a challenge and yes, they both speak fluent American, they’re British, English, I think.” Arry is digging into his food, his feet under the table on either side of mine so we play footsie and tangle our limbs instinctively, and I sigh.

“How you can pick up languages so easily, is beyond me… you suck.” I rub my foot up his leg and smile when he puts his hand under the table...