NATALIA
I was almost just playing with my food, trying to look busy while I avoided Tristan’s gaze, which was close to burning me. We’ve been in this diner for about half an hour already, but none of us have earned the courage to speak up yet.
Tristan suggested that we eat first before going home. I’m not sure if he suggested it because he was worried about me or because he also wanted to stall the inevitable conversation. Either way, both of us are clearly not in the mood to actually eat.
My eyes roamed the diner, and I quickly felt people’s gazes averting from us. The moment I stepped into the diner, I immediately felt humans staring at me from the corners of their eyes, not knowing that both of us perfectly noticed the unwarranted attention we were automatically given.
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