For f**k's sake.
I shot Eleni a glare to shut her up, but she just waggled her eyebrows, utterly unrepentant. The tension in the room, which had been a thick, breathless thing, now curdled into pure, undiluted awkwardness.
"Pizza sounds great," Zephyrus said, his voice unnaturally cheerful as he finally turned from the window. He still wouldn't look at me. "I'll, uh, I'll call it in. What does everyone want?"
The next twenty minutes were a special kind of torture. We engaged in the most stilted, polite conversation imaginable about crust thickness and topping distribution, all while carefully avoiding looking directly at each other. Eleni watched the whole charade with the glee of a scientist observing a particularly bizarre new species.
When the pizza arrived, the silence was even wor
