Jake
The brown lines of the polished wood ceiling was all Jake could focus on as the breeze cooled his body.
After the interaction, he retreated to his room where he took a shower. Leaving the bathroom, he didn't bother to put on clothes. So laying on the bed to look at the ceiling in nothing more than a towel, he tried to process everything that had happened.
He was thrown aback by how she acted. They had argued many times before but within her stern gaze, there always seemed to be some fiery rage within. This time, it was...he gave a shiver that wasn't because of the breeze.
She had made it very clear that she was already closed off and doing anything to intrude her may do more harm than good. But if he left things the way they were, she would probably dislike him for the rest of her
