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To combat the emptiness, I often roamed the late-night streets until exhaustion forced me home.
“Actually, I have to go. I have a meeting with Angelo before he leaves for London,” Alexsei replied, checking his watch with a frown.
“A meeting at 11 p.m.? Do you guys ever sleep?”
He smirked. “Money doesn’t sleep, Sofiya.”
I left him at the table, promising to return after a quick bathroom break. Inside, the traditional Japanese design of the restroom caught my eye.
Ugh, I would love to visit Japan one day.
After tending to my needs, I approached the large mirror to freshen up.
Dressed in black leather jeans and a simple blouse, I adjusted my appearance, securing my ponytail and checking my eyeliner.
Cupping my hands under the faucet, I splashed cool water on my face, relishing the refreshing sensation. I then dabbed my cheeks dry with a piece of paper.
Exiting the bathroom, I noticed Alexsei engrossed in a phone call.
As I approached, I accidentally bumped into a petite redhead waitress, nearly causing her to drop her plates of sushi.
Apologizing profusely, I hurried closer to Alexsei, glancing back to ensure the waitress was alright.
“Nyet, she is doing just fine,” Alexsei sighed heavily. “I told you to trust me, Volk.”
The mention of Volk’s name stopped me in my tracks.
My heart raced, breath caught in my throat.
Instinct told me to flee, but curiosity urged me to eavesdrop.
I knew Alexsei and Volk were still in contact.
Obviously.
But hearing his name, almost hearing his voice through the phone, weakened my knees. I couldn’t help but wonder who or what they were discussing.
Deep down, I hoped against hope that maybe, just maybe, they were talking about me.
“Angelo is a dick, but he owes me one, so he doesn’t have a choice,” Alexsei remarked, spooning egg fried rice into his mouth. “Your princess is doing fine. Now, let me eat in peace. I’ll call you if something’s wrong, or worse, if she starts crushing on someone else.”
With a chuckle, he ended the call and returned his phone to his jacket.
Dipping a piece of salmon sushi into soy sauce, he ate leisurely.
Meanwhile, my heart continued to race in my chest, refusing to calm down.
After a few tense seconds, I finally mustered the courage to complete my steps away from him and settled back into my chair with a sigh.
The last thing I wanted was for him to realize I had overheard his conversation.
“I’m absolutely stuffed,” I exclaimed, lightly rubbing my stomach. “I swear, I’ll never eat that much sushi in one sitting ever again.”
“You always say that, yet somehow you end up ordering enough for four people,” Alexsei retorted, rolling his eyes.
“Hey, did you hear about this guy in Germany?” I asked, eager to change the subject. “He ate over 200 sushi rolls in a single week and ended up in the hospital, screaming in agony because of severe stomach pain. And guess what? They discovered a meter-long worm in his intestine!”
The news went viral, dubbing the man “the sushi guy,” though I couldn’t help but think “the dumb guy” might be more fitting, given he was back eating sushi days after surgery.
