Amy P.O.V
I stayed my gaze on him, refusing to acknowledge the pleas in his eyes for a softer stance. I was embarrassing him but I didn't care. If he wanted a softer stance, he better be forthcoming about his activities which for me have been unexplained since I saw him in the morning.
I was harsh in wanting him to read my thoughts and understand what I wanted but I was a girl right?, he should be able to see what I was thinking and act accordingly.
I turned to my left and waved at the polite waitress from before. She still had a smile to offer, to which I reciprocated half heartedly, I hated being treated as unimportant, especially by someone I value their opinion. It seemed very obvious at this point that I was angry with him for more than just showing up late to the date.
I had mana
