“We have exactly three minutes to seven,” I said, looking at the digital clock glowing on the dashboard.
“I can see the time, Elena,” he said, his voice dropping to that quiet, sharp register he used when he wanted to make sure I had my full attention.
He adjusted his collar again, tapping his fingers against his neck. “And I see what you’re wearing. Did you really think I wouldn’t say anything?”
“I was hoping you would say I looked nice,” I said, looking at my hands.
“I’m not going to lie to you just to make you feel better,” he said. “That green is way too bright. It makes your skin look pale, and the cut is too low.”
“The saleswoman said it would fit me,” I muttered, my voice breaking.
“Of course she did,” he snapped. “She wanted your hundred and forty dollars. She doesn’t have to go to a respectable restaurant with you.”
