IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN LIKE THIS.
It was supposed to be as simple as it was, frankly— a hit and run.
BUT; GODDAMN IT, TATE! There she is, barely a week since he'd
seen her last. Immediately he searches for the ultimate excuse:
"UHM—- my mom needs me home"— Bullshit. He hates his mother, everyone knows that.
"I've forgotten about other plans I made"— Let's be real. Tate isn't the kind to be sympathetic
over something so ridiculous.
"I slept with your friend last week at a party,
left her, and never talked again.
OH, and she just sat down across from me." — No, definitely not.
So instead he pulls the dick-move, and he knows it.
Langdon leans forward to peer at the menu, only hoping she
hasn't realized who she's sitting across from.