Sugar High

‘Sorry, that was rude of me.’ Kingsley backtracked quickly. ‘No, I wasn’t offended. I was just…thinking about how to answer your question.’ I nodded at Maddison, who placed two sets of cutlery before bringing out the dishes. After she left, I said, ‘Things change. So do people. And sometimes the right decision can feel like the wrong one.’ I didn’t care if he understood what I was talking about. That was the only answer he would get out of me. Kingsley nodded and dropped the subject. My stomach growled. I picked up a fork and went to work on the tiramisu. The sweet taste soothed my hunger and made me forget about everything else. By the time I looked up, I’d polished off the entire slice. Kingsley was working through his beef stew. Though he was sitting at a café, he conducted himself with a gracefulness befitting a five-star restaurant. He looked at me and smiled. ‘Sorry, I got carried away. Would you like some cake? We have a large selection.’ ‘No, thanks. I’m not that into dessert.’