YELLOWJACKET - CH.21: THEOREM

When my eyes fell on the prices, I stared in shock. “The fuck? Twelve dollars for an Irish coffee? Why would you pay this much for a drink? You might as well set your wallet on fire.”

Dahlia chuckled as she scanned the menu. “You think these prices are bad? You’ve never seen how much it costs just to breathe in New York City— or even Seattle.”

Completely baffled, all I could do was shake my head.

That day, Dahlia had dragged me to some kind of up-scale bistro - a word so snobby, I felt spat upon just saying it - and, because I didn’t have a better idea, I let her. The second I’d stepped into the building, I already knew I was out of place, my faded shirt and work boots pegging me as an alien life form among the button-ups and blazers of the other diners.

Dahlia, however, blended in perfectly. So perfectly that when the waitress was leading us to a table, she first assumed we weren’t eating together. When we clarified that we were, she shot Dahlia a look of pity.

 

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