Chapter 194 It's Exactly What It Looks Like, Abraham

• Honestly, I don't even think it's that Mom hates Diego. Mom just has a plan for her life, and her life involves my life, and she may be the human being with the most limited focus on the face of the earth.
• A commotion starts at the table right next to us. Declan is standing, chest to chest, with a guy who looks a lot like him: blond hair, scruffy face, leather, handsome. They stare at each other as they exchange low words. Veronica has been pushed aside, replaced by three or four guys, with flexed hands. Getting ready for a fight, apparently.
• Where the hell are the bouncers? I look around, but I don't see any.