“Oh no,” Francoise murmured, her voice full of amusement and exasperation, as Pyunma excused himself and slid out of the booth.
“Not a word,” Pyunma said, not looking back as he headed for the bar.
Junior leaned down, pulling Francoise closer to his side so he could quietly ask, “Is something wrong?”
The glance Francoise sent him showed she wasn’t fooled in the slightest, but she leaned into his side just the same. “Just watch.”
He did. Pyunma made a beeline to where Jet waited at the bar, the woman on the stool next to him leaning in close. Pyunma wrapped his arm around Jet’s waist as he joined the conversation, and while Junior couldn’t see his face, the woman suddenly leaned back.
“Does this happen often?”
“Not as often as it used to,” Francoise admitted, turning her attention away from the couple at the bar. “I think they’ve talked about it.”
Junior glanced back at the bar, took in that Jet had curled his hand over Pyunma’s even as he finally got the bartender’s attention. “I think,” he murmured, “that they understand each other.”