I let Tom have his breakfast first before I went to sit next to him. We avoided each other's eyes, sitting in silence for a few minutes until Tom finally spoke.
"So, thank you for breakfast."
"You don’t have to thank me. It’s not free," I replied, trying to lighten the mood.
"Yeah, but the service was nice," he said, attempting to ease the tension. I gave him a kind smile.
He looked like he wanted to apologize again, but I cut him off before he could start. "You don’t have to apologize."
He raised his hand to stop me. "I already feel guilty enough about what happened. It makes me question myself, thinking I might have taken advantage of you, given your condition. I’ll probably always feel this way."
"Tom, I’m sorry," I said, feeling a pang of guilt.
"No, please don’t feel sorry. Whe
