“What are you doing?” Mike followed Tiffany to the shower room.
“You’ve heard it,” Tiffany said without looking at him, “I quit.”
“Just that?” Mike went closer, “What game are you playing?”
“I am not playing, Mike” Tiffany faced him; her eyes now swelling with tears, “I am tired; I can’t pretend that everything is fine because they are not.”
“You know that I am tasked to drive you home. If I practice every afternoon, where will you go?”
“I’ll hang out with my friends while waiting for you; it is not like I have a choice,” Tiffany turned her back hoping that Mike didn’t see her tears fall.
“Are you serious about this?” Mike softened his voice.
“Yes”
“If you are tired,” Mike paused, “why don’t you just call off the engagement?”
“Is that really what you want?” Tiffany felt a stab on
