Clara's POV
I looked aside, thinking I would melt into the background. I guess I looked like I was in tears.
Derek said, "Are you okay?" and it appeared to focus more of his attention on me as a result.
They were both gazing at me, I noticed. I attempted a deep-spoken "I'm fine, it's just hormones." in response.
I let my hair fall onto my face in loose strands.
Perhaps it would be best if I hurried to the bathroom and waited for Cecilia to go. Even better, I would go home and tell Derek that I'm ill.
Derek said, "What would you like to eat?"
"Anything can be ordered," I said.
My final preoccupation was food.
Derek hesitated momentarily, presumably attempting to discover why I wasn't feeling well.
He kept placing our meal orders. Nodding to what he said, Cecilia jotted down the or
