Anthony clenched his jaw shut, though he probably wouldn't have said anything anyway. What the hell was Michael doing? A charming and pleasant date? He'd never said anything of the sort. He didn't think Liliana was awful, of course, and she was certainly attractive and nice--or he assumed she still was--but Michael was making it sound like he'd been chattering away about her constantly. The truth was that he hadn't thought of her in years.
He made a rude gesture at Michael, shielding his hand behind his menu before setting it down and turning toward Liliana. He could try this, couldn't he? At least he knew a little about her, even if it had been years. He wasn't completely incapable of small talk, even if he hated it. "So you're, uh, still living around here, then?" he asked Liliana.