Demetri watches him go, all the way to the hall leading to the bathroom. It's only then that he slips off his stool, sending a quick text message. It's me. I'm still coming, but I'll be late.
That makes it worse he knows, slipping his phone back into his coat pocket and following the other man. Just this once, he tells himself. Just this one more time.
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Date: 2014-08-25 10:11 am (UTC)That makes it worse he knows, slipping his phone back into his coat pocket and following the other man. Just this once, he tells himself. Just this one more time.