The empty space in their booth suddenly felt much smaller.
"Hello." Nicolas slid into the seat across from them with the casual confidence of someone who either did not notice or did not care that he was interrupting something. He settled back, spreading his arms along the top of the booth, looking every bit the groom to be surveying his kingdom.
Jay's face stretched into a smile. It was wide. Forced. The kind of smile that hurt to look at. "What's up, Nicolas?"
Nicolas shrugged, utterly oblivious to the sudden tension tightening around the table like a noose. "Nothing. Just came here to chill, you know?" He waved vaguely at the room, the music, the women, the expensive chaos of it all. "Tomorrow I will be married. And the day after, I will be flying off on my honeymoon with Hazel."
He paused, letting the words hang there, a faint, dreamy smile on his smug face.
