The Apple Doesn't Fall Far From The Tree

"Relax, he's coming." I placed my hand on Theo's knee and gently squeezed, trying to reassure him but he was growing more restless by the second.

After turning the waiter away for the third time, saying we're still waiting for the rest of our party, Theodore huffed and reached into his pocket for his phone to dial his dad.

I picked at my hangnails but after a few moments passed and he was signing into the phone before hanging up and dialing again, he dug back into his pocket to retrieve something else.

When he placed his wallet on the table, I thought he was going to pay for the drinks we ordered while we've been waiting for the past half hour but he pulled out a tiny card and dialed the number on the piece of paper.

Two rings in, his father answered.

"Where the hell are you?"

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"You forgot about tonight just like I said you would despite me texting you all week and calling you this morning about it. You knew how important this was to me."

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"Just forget it. We're leaving." He hung up and threw a twenty dollar bill on the table. "Let's go." He didn't bother to see if I was following him as I scrambled to grab my purse and the business card he left on the table that read Harry Styles Enterprise.