"Why is it so hard to answer something so simple?"
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Rebecca sat at the edge of her bed with her back straightened. She grabbed onto her knees, ruffling the hem of her dress subconsciously. Her teeth kept sinking into her lower lip as she thought about what to say.
Diego didn't bother sitting down, he acted like a stranger in his own home yet he was standing tall and confident in the middle of the room like it belonged to him.
He confused her sometimes.
She felt uncomfortable meeting his eyes. No. Those weren't the right words. She felt guilty and unworthy of meeting his eyes, so she let her eyes travel around the details of the bedroom– touching every single part apart from where Diego was standing– as if it was her first time in the room.
She cleared her throat loudly, hoping
