I tentatively step towards him as I take in the breakfast spread on the table. My steps are slightly shaky because I'm fully aware that he's waiting for me to take the seat he pulled out.
All of this feels strange to me and I swear I think I'm still a little high from last night. Why else would Mariano be waiting for me with a delicious breakfast and pulling out chairs like a gentleman?
"Thank you," I say when I take the seat. Then he goes back to his, responding with, "You're welcome."
Celia pours coffee into my cup and serves espresso to Mariano before she leaves. It's only me and him in the dining room now. This feels so weird. Awkward. I'm not sure how to act.
He takes a sip from his cup while looking at me over the rim. He's wearing all black as usual—nothing new there. What's new is everything else; me and him at this table. Something that has never happened before.
"Do you need pills?"