Yale's Point of View
I could feel her eyes burning a hole in my face as she sat across from me at the restaurant table. I didn't want to look up because that would mean that I would be staring straight at her and I had a feeling she wouldn't look away and that just made me more nervous,
So I'd rather prefer just staring at my breakfast plate. I swallowed and then used my knife to spread avocado on my slice of toast.
I glanced to see Woody seated beside me taking a sip of his black bitter coffee. This restaurant was nice, but this just felt so awkward with his mother being here. Our table was quiet all I could heard was peoples knives and folks clinging against their plates with light chatter in the air...
Is it hot? I'm sweating. No, she's making me nervous. Woody, help.
I took a bite
