Chapter 121 He Doesn't Hate Me After All

• We spent three more hours in the restaurant.
• At a point Blue had eaten all he could and drank so much apple juice I was afraid he would vomit in his sleep. He was coddled to my chest, dead asleep. Ryan had been asking Hendrix for them to leave to some club but Hendrix did not seem interested at all.
• “Time to go,” Hendrix said and I forced myself to not sigh in relief. My arms felt like solid blocks of cement for holding Blue for so long. I sat for a second longer, not wanting to seem eager to get out of there.