“What did the poor casserole do to you” Martin said. “You’ve been stabbing it for minutes now” He laughed.
Ariana looked down at her plate of casserole as saw how many fork print was on the casserole so she laughed.
“How you feeling” he stopped laughing and asked.
“Fine, I guess. I already got medications so they would help with the pain.” She answered nervously
“Okay then.” Martin murmured and continued to eat.
The silence between them was strong that Ariana could hear his gulp. She couldn’t take it anymore so she sprang up to her feet and announced her leave. She rounded the table so she could get to the stairs when Martin grabbed and held her hand mid way.
“What?” Ariana questioned.
Martin opened his mouth to talk but then he shut it immediately. “Nothing. Have a wonderfu
