Chapter 254

"Oh." I squeezed Leo's shoulder.

She waved me off, grimacing when she touched the table. She grabbed a napkin from the dispenser and scrubbed at the sticky spot. "It's all good. If Drio is gonna define me by what I am, not who I am, then fuck him. I'm glad I never have to see him again."

Leo had uttered some variation of this so many times that she sounded close to believing it. My friendship with Drio had died that day as well, and if she missed him only twice as much as I did, then she was screwed.

Ari arrived with the pitcher. I took the precariously balanced glasses away from him and he dumped the jug on the table, beer sloshing over its side.

"Remember it's hot," he said.

"Right, right, pace the drinking, whatever," I said.

"No." He filled the first glass. "We should be able to get drunk faster."