I just want people to say what they mean rather than acting in denial or stealthy about it.
All week long, Bryan and I exchanged glances. He always asked why I was leaving so early or where I was going. As I was leaving to go to Ikea, Elena noticed Bryan\’s look at me. She described it as a why are you leaving me? A good 10 seconds. A wistful, longing look.
I don\’t believe it. Just show me. Just tell me. Stop ignoring me.
In my moodiness, I somewhat sulked. I made up an excuse to leave early and was driven home. I admit that it was slightly immature of me to stay in the other room, not wanting to squeeze in.
I left.
But then Sam S. imed me. A \”lunch date\”. We\’ll see.