Amelia P.O.V.
The next day I walk gingerly into the café for brunch. I see Jordan sitting at a table drinking coffee looking over a newspaper. She is tapping a pencil on the table. I can tell she is doing the crossword puzzle.
“This is the only time you are ever early,” I tell her as I take the seat across from her.
She laughs, “It’s the only time I get to myself without a child or a boss hanging on my asking 101 questions about something stupid.” She looks around and asks, “Where is Jason? He usually beats you here.”
“He may not be joining us today.” I tell her. After everything that happen last night, I am not sure Jason will ever talk to me again.
“Hm, that’s odd.” She looks back down at her word puzzle. Just then a bell over the door rings and we both look up to see Jason stroll
