Sophia looked hesitant, casting an uncertain glance my way. When I nodded for Blair to join, she reluctantly followed us inside.
I picked a quiet, out-of-the-way corner. Years of experience had made it instinctive; anywhere I went, if someone recognized me, I'd become the subject of conversation. So, I'd developed a habit of keeping a low profile.
It was a small, almost empty restaurant. I was surprised that someone like Blair didn't seem bothered at all. She casually picked up the menu, ordered a couple of dishes, and passed it to me.
"Any local specialties? I've never been here—your call."
I ordered a few more dishes and turned to hand the menu to Sophia, but she waved it away. "Whatever you pick is fine, Samuel. I'm not picky."
Despite her words, I could tell she seemed uneasy with Blair's presence. She barely spoke to her and kept a wary eye on her the entire time.
Blair didn't seem fazed, though. She kept her focus on me. "Abigail's really done a number on you, huh? Forcing you out here into an area like this?"
I wasn't interested in going down that road, so I cut her off with a small smile. "Was there something specific you wanted to talk about?"
She nodded, her voice soft and sincere. "I wanted to apologize."
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