Their dinner arrived a few minutes after Scott and Samantha left. An awkward silence enveloped the two of them. It was Amelia who broke the silence.
“This place is nice; you go here often?”
“Only on special occasions, mostly with my Mom,” Jake answered, with a bit of indifference.
“How is your Mom?” She asked.
“She’s fine. She’s in the Netherlands, enjoying the stress-free environment there. She might go home before Christmas, but for now, it would be best for her health to stay there.” Jake explained.
“Send my regards to her; it has been years since I last saw her?” Amelia responded.
“So Scott, is a friend?” Jake asked.
“Yes, we shared an apartment during my college years. He’s one of the few friends I had during that period.” She explained.
“You lived together?” Jake felt flushed
