She didn't know if she should be mad at him or herself for the way this always seemed to happen. If he wasn't so damn hardheaded, he would listen, and he would know that all she was doing was trying to move on from what was. That the reason her mind kept going back there was because things with him were so different, which is a good thing. Of course, he's the most irrational human being on the planet, so she'd likely never get the chance.
The waitress greeted them like regulars and seated them in what was now their usual booth. He sat her on the inside and sat down next to her, facing the door. "Don't pout, sweetheart; we're fine." That was easy for him to say. He wasn't the one that felt like he was always messing up. And how was she supposed to fix things if he wouldn't even let her ta
