Amelia's POV
"Maybe we should talk about something else." Christian says.
"Hmm" I nod absentmindedly, my eyes observing the conversation between Miguel and one of his colleagues. A very female and attractive colleague. Lacie. She's older than him by eight years, not that I'm counting or anything. It doesn't seem to matter to her and I watch as she hangs on to everything he says even though he's not paying her any attention as he speaks, his eyes glued to the cash register in front of him.
A warm hand taps mine on the table and when I tear my eyes away from Miguel to see Christian sitting opposite me, his brows raised, I remember all about the Geography assignment I'm supposed to be discussing with the boy I've been crushing on for years.
"I'm so sorry. What were you saying?
