JAKE’S POV
The way Diane was acting lately had me feeling like I was stuck in a confusing game of charades. One minute she'd be batting her eyelashes and twirling her hair, the next she'd be all pouty and distant. And don't even get me started on the skirt situation. It felt like I was constantly walking on eggshells, trying to figure out what her deal was.
One day in particular, I was buried in work when I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She was heading into her dad's office, shoulders slumped and a frown drew on her face. I couldn't help but wonder what had gotten her in a mood. A few minutes later, she emerged, looking... different somehow. Maybe it was just the way the light hit her, but I swear her skirt seemed shorter than before.
My heart did a weird little jump, but I quick
