Because of that, he frowned at me and parted his lips as if he wanted to say something but couldn't think of the right word.
"Can I trust her with my personal information?" I wondered, not knowing why I had to keep things private.
"I suppose my cousin's wife could do that for you; from what I've heard, most of her patients keep everything confidential, and those details aren't something you know," he replied, putting my mind at ease.
"Thank you, we're really friends," I said with a smile, but he frowned.
"No friend simply vanishes without a trace."
I wasn't expecting him to say something like that, but he had a point.
"Well, I'm sorry for leaving without giving you notice." I apologized right away because he looked downcast. He pouted, took his cell phone from his pocket, and started scrolling through it.
He also had a childlike demeanor. But maybe if I had told him where I was going that day and what I was about to do there, surely he wouldn't let me leave.
"I'll send you the clinic number and address, and if I don't have a meeting later, I'll accompany you there after we eat.”
"You don't have to accompany me; I can go by myself; don't worry about me," I said as I received the notification on my phone. I took it to see if what he forwarded had arrived, and there it was.
"Thank you, Quintin!" I exclaimed as I slid my phone back into my bag.
"You're always welcome; I'll just call Lilia to let her know you're coming so she can schedule you for today." He went back to his phone and started typing.
I locked my gaze on him as he did so. He was a nice guy, a gentleman, and a good friend.
"You know, Quintin—stop being so nice and sweet; maybe later I'll fall for you," I remarked sarcastically. I saw him grin when he heard it.
"That's the last thing I'd consider doing; I'm naturally sweet; I was born this way," he replied loudly and proudly without removing his gaze from the phone.
He nearly made me vomit.
"Eww! But if that's the case, watch out for the ants!" I chuckled, and the silly guy laughed with me.
He looked at me as he slid his phone back into his pocket.
"You're hilarious. I suggest you stop making me laugh whenever we see each other because I'll be the one who falls for you later." His statement made me stop laughing.
"That’s not funny anymore."
"You started it, so don't blame me!"
"All right, I'll take it as a compliment," I said, and we laughed together.
I suddenly forgot where we were, and I froze in shame when I noticed everyone staring at us. I stopped and motioned for Quintin to look around, but that man didn't give a d**n about them.
Our conversation continued. Quintin updated me on what he was doing when I was away and how bored he was during those days.
Our orders arrived, but the food didn’t stop him from talking.
Someone suddenly approached us while we were eating.
"Hey! I didn't expect to see you both here!" I recognized the voice right away. None other than that gay, Felicity.
Quintin and Felicity exchanged greetings, and when it was Felicity's turn to greet me, I averted my gaze. He already knew what I meant by not looking him in the eyes. He immediately left us and went to the table where a woman was in her 50s.
After a moment, another lady entered the restaurant and rushed to Felicity's table. I heard her apologize for being late, and I noticed Quintin turn his head and follow the woman until she sat down.
"Do you know them?" I inquired.
"I'm not sure, honestly; it seems like a yes and also a no," he replied, his gaze fixed on them.
"It's obvious you do; you're just confused," he said quickly. His brow remained furrowed.
"I need to confirm with Felicity," he said, bowing his head to look at the pasta on the plate.
"How interesting! I guess Cupid struck you."
His expression became solemn with a glimpse of a smile on the corner of his lips.
When he confirmed it, he would tell me.
We parted ways after lunch. I nearly dragged Quintin out of the restaurant because he refused to leave. He kept stealing glances at the woman at the table with Felicity.
I told him to calm down. He wouldn't come with me if I didn’t remind him of his meeting.
I called the number he gave me to ask if a walk-in patient was possible. They say it was by appointment, and three patients were scheduled for their sessions that day, but that didn’t stop me from going.