All night, I could feel Dylan's gaze on me. I tried to act nonchalant about what he was doing and just ignored it.
Mama Heidy asked me if Dylan and I were okay or if he was still mad at me. I told her he wasn’t angry anymore and that he was even picking me up and dropping me off at work. Mama was so pleased to hear that, praising Dylan for his kindness to me all through dinner.
The next morning, I woke up early to avoid running into Dylan. But I was shocked when I found him cooking at the counter.
I wanted to go back to my room and hide, but before I could turn around, our eyes met.
"You're up early. Your shift at the cafe isn’t until eight, right?"
I nodded and was about to leave when he spoke again.
"About what you said last night..."
I averted my gaze. "Forget about it."
"Zeina
