~Dylan~
Another friendly dinner, but worse because I am currently sitting in the humble residence of Aiden Bryant and Cami Adams. Sure, we’d liked to pretend that all is peachy between us for the past two days, but we all are adult enough to confess that we hadn’t left things off in the best place the last time we had gotten together. Mostly because of me, but oh well, takes two to tango. I’m playing with the food on my plate, while there is a deafening silence around us, despite the multiple gulps of wine that I had taken. Cami had gone all-out making my favourite Chinese cuisine, but in all honesty, as much as I appreciate the gesture, all I want is to either talk or get the hell out of here.
“So, I like her,” Aiden randomly says, his eyes still glued to the plate of fried rice
