CATANIA
Rafael really stopped by the nearby restaurant just to fill my stomach. A plate of pasta sat in front of me, but I could barely taste it. Rafael sat across from me, refusing to have any food, but his eyes seemed to want to put holes straight into me.
He's been staring at me for almost ten minutes, with his silence shouting louder than any words could.
I finally dropped my fork. “Will you stop staring at me like that, Rafael? I already told you. He pulled up on your bike to rub it in my face that he won it. He was trying to get a reaction out of me, so I grabbed him to tell him to back off. That’s all it was. I'm not hiding anything."
He clearly hadn't believed a single word of my explanation in the car. Does he think I lie all the time? I tell the truth too, duh.
“I'm going
