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But then I realize that Nadia isn't looking at me.
She's looking beyond me.
I turn.
And that's when I see a motorcycle roar off the pier attached to Manhattan and fly up into the air.
Everyone on the open-air barge that is the Frying Pan watches as literally it looks like the motorcycle flies across the air.
I watch as it arcs upward and then as the rider desperately keeps the nose up to make it go farther.
I take a moment to admire the body on the bike. The strength that the person has to be possessing in their upper body to be lifting the motorcycle and keep the nose in the air is impressive.
Equally impressive are the patrons who start to scream and run away from their tables as the motorcycle starts angling down.
Like they're running from the wrath of a descending deity, the people leave their purses and their drinks and their entrees and they get the fuck out of anywhere in the vicinity as fast as they can.
Because when that motorcycle lands, it basically lands on a table, breaking it. It takes the wooden chairs along with it and then starts to speed toward us, breaking everything and strewing detritus on its way.
Just the fact that the motorcycle making impact with the barge sends shockwaves throughout the restaurant and people are screaming.
Thankfully the barge is rather large, at least the size of a basketball court and people are running the other direction.
But I'm looking at the rider curiously.
Because I have a sinking feeling I know who it is as the man gets off the bike and takes off his black helmet.
Yup, how did I guess? Of course, it's none other than Connor D'Avington.
I'm about to say something when he rushes over to me.
Well, whatever happens, I need to remember to be firm. I can't just forgive him because he managed to land a motorcycle on a barge.
Connor rushes past me.
Okay.
That's not really what I was expecting
Instead he approaches Nadia and throws his helmet on the table, upsetting our drinks.
It's safe to say that everyone, including Nadia, George, and I are standing up now since he landed his motorcycle and we're watching him.
"You lying bitch!" Connor yells, and grabs Nadia. A part of me is glad that he came for her and not me. "You think I wouldn't find out?" he yells.
"Its too late!" Nadia says.
"No it's not, Nadia," he yells to her. "It took all of two days to figure out you were a Constitutionalist who's been planning the leaks and the bad press."
"Well, you know Your Highness, you sort of helped in that by being a complete buffoon," Nadia yells back, taking a step away from him toward the edge of the barge. "These people will never do business with you again. I've made sure of that."
Connor looks at me and I see frustration go through his eyes.
He does the only thing he can.
He reaches over and grabs Nadia, whose eyes go wide.
He then takes her and chucks her off the barge. It's a good thing we were sitting on the side next to the railing and the water because he just throws her into the Hudson River.
