You push your food around the plate as Pansy and Enzo exchange knowing glances.

"I wonder how much longer she’s going to pretend she’s not about jump up to search for Mattheo," Pansy mutters.

"Ten minutes tops," Enzo replies.

"Five, if someone even mentions his name," Pansy shoots back.

"Three, if Theo opens his mouth," Enzo jokes.

"Oh, did I sit at the gossip table today?" you snap.

Enzo chuckles. "Sweetie, this is the gossip table every day."

You roll your eyes, but Pansy isn’t finished. "And let’s be honest, you make it way too easy."

"I’m not jumping anywhere," you try to argue.

"And why did you just look at the door again? Waiting for Mattheo to come storming in?" Enzo muses.

"Let me guess," Pansy continues. "Two days, no word, and no one knows where he is."

You hate that she’s right.

"You’re too proud to text him, but you’re pissed he hasn’t reached out," Pansy adds.

"Sounds about right," Enzo chimes in.

You glare at them. "He can go wherever he wants. It doesn’t matter to me."

Pansy scoffs. "And here I thought I was the best liar in this room."

"Theo keeps saying Mattheo’s going to leave again," you mutter, "and I’m starting to believe it."

"Because you kissed him?" Pansy questions.

Your head snaps up. "I didn’t kiss him."

"You didn’t pull away," she counters.

Enzo smiles. "Oh, the pause of decision. When you could step back, but you don’t because you wonder if you actually want it."

You scoff. "You must be out of your mind."

"You mean you wouldn’t have kissed Theo?" Pansy presses.

You stammer. "I don’t know. But with the way Mattheo’s acting, I probably would have." You shake your head. "I just want to know why won’t he just talk to me?”

Pansy gives a small smile. "He wouldn’t just walk away from you and the baby. That’s not him."

"Well, speak of the devil," Enzo mutters as his eyes flicker towards the entrance.*

You freeze as Mattheo step through the doors, eyes filled with regret as she approaches you. "I’m sorry, princess."