"Come on, Corey, don't be so whipped. Honestly, your wife Caroline just looks down on all of us musicians. Every time she shows up at rehearsal with that look on her face? Tch."
"For real! Those stiletto heels, those oversized sunglasses, looking us up and down like we're beneath her. She's not even trying to hide it!"
Letitia widened her doe eyes and turned to Corey.
"Corey, is that how you see it too?"
He lowered his head and took a long drag. The smoke curled around his face, making his expression impossible to read.
"Caroline is definitely career-driven, and she takes good care of Noah too."
"But when it comes to feelings... who can really say?"
Letitia caught the implication. The smile tugging at the corners of her mouth was barely containable.
A strange, bittersweet ache bloomed somewhere near my heart.
I steadied myself for a moment, then walked up to the counter and asked the owner to pack up an order of fried rice.
"Babe?"
Corey spotted me and went visibly stiff, scratching the back of his head with a guilty sort of restlessness. "The band's having a dinner tonight. I forgot to mention it. What are you doing here...?"
"Hey, sis!"