That was the most uncomfortable lunch break I’ve ever had in my entire life. I never thought a day would come for me to say that I hate lunch.
The memory of me sitting across Jay, unable to talk comfortably, was terrifying. I can’t even stomach the thought of being in that situation ever again. The sight of the cafeteria being mortifying has never occurred to me until now.
“H-How are you?” Jay asked.
I felt a lump in my throat. It was a question I was trying to avoid. Specifically, avoid when asked by him. I didn’t want to not answer, but I didn’t want to answer either. “Good.” Good until you asked, that is.
I saw him nod. If he was going to leave me hanging, I don’t see the point of even starting a conversation. I always hated it when someone tried to ask you something, only to hav
