"It's good you got to visit!" and Enzo.
Rustov and I looked at each other for a moment. The intensity of his eyes made me look away. I looked back at Enzo. He was then putting the food and drinks on my table.
"Negroni is mine, not pineapple juice," I told Enzo.
"That's too strong for you, Drey."
"What? It's just a cocktail!"
"Did you know you're not allowed to order liquors here? You're still a minor."
"Oh, cut the crap. I'll be eighteen by the end of the year. I'm only sixteen, I've been drinking worse than that. Don't baby me, Enzo. I'm not a child anymore."
She sighed. He glanced at the back and pointed the table next to mine. Later, Rustov's group approached. I face those with him, but I don't really know about their names. A man almost dropped his glasses when I looked. I craned my neck a bit and looked at Enzo lazily.
"What now, Enzo? Bring me my Negroni. Or what about I try another one? Do you have Death in the Afternoon here? Aunt Roberta?"
Enzo rubbed his forehead.
