AMELIA
"You look beautiful," Jake says, but I haven't even changed from my morning jeans and blouse. I only redo my makeup, which is being washed by the tears I shed the whole day in Malia's dorm room.
"Thank you."
The service here is good, and the food looks great, although I don't have an appetite. The restaurant is fancy, maybe not beating the one I went with Mom and Cam, but this is all that I want. It doesn't matter the place, just Jake and me. However, my mood is ravaged from what it should be.
Jake talks most of the time, holding my hand on the table and stroking my knuckles while he eats. All I took were sips of the wine in my cup.
We leave after Jake is clearly depleted at my silence and inability to focus on the moment because he had asked a few times if I was okay if I was
