Regrouping, Mitch turned to ask Avi if he could bring the vegetable platter into the livingroom, but found himself staring at a blank space that seconds ago was occupied by his friend. He looked around the kitchen, but Avi was gone. “Ah.” Mitch’s mouth formed a line, and he deflated a little.
“Was he your assistant? I can step in,” Toby offered, jostling a paper bag that he carried under his arm. “Brought some of the stuff that you asked for.”
“Thank you,” Mitch flashed a soft smile, grateful while also ridden with guilt. Of course Toby was the one to rise to the occasion, making Mitch even more selfish given his motives and the circumstances that surrounded them.