We continued talking and teasing until our sweet course arrived. The chocolate cake Emma made truly got me. Hormonal that I was, I almost cried after having my first bite. I found out that it was Emma’s homemade chocolate.
After our meal, Charlene and I finally got to know each other better. We sat on the back porch and adored the lake’s view. It was cloudy and cold but not freezing. Enough for us to enjoy our hot tea.
I shared with Charlene why Kyle and I ended up here in Philly.
“Wow… I’m sorry to hear that. They must be shocked, but that’s not a pass to say those words. I’m really sorry,” Charlene sadly said.
“It's okay. Words get easily on me during this stage. I cry and get angry over petty things,” I huffed, “I'm too sensitive and dramatic,”
“Oh, like Andy…”
“Andy? Damien’
