Ben stared at her as the bartender filled his glass, a little shaken that she'd hit the nail directly on the head. She might as well have known everything already, because that was exactly how he felt. Like Melody didn't see him any more, and she wasn't interested in trying.

"Yeah," he said, softly at first and then with more conviction. "Yeah."

He picked up his glass and swirled the liquid around for a second, but didn't take a drink. This felt a little surreal all of the sudden, like he was having a dream about meeting Dionisia at a bar instead of actually living it. "Do you — want to get a table, or something?"

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