Amy and Ethan stood rooted to the same spot their mothers had left them. Amy's hands were folded across her chest as she stared intently at Ethan.
"So can you tell what's going on?" Amy asked, her chin raised up in an accusing manner. They were both still as lost as they were minutes ago, but Amy had a feeling Ethan should know about this.
"Why are you asking me? I should be the one asking you that" Ethan replied. He wasn't at fault, so why the accusing look?
"Guess whose name was attached to the gifts, you! so why won't I ask you?" Amy asked back in a defiant tone, her gaze on him was sharp and challenging.
"Wow! Did you not hear when my mother said it was your mother's idea?" His words sounded defensive. They both heard his mother's word, so why was she trying to act like she didn't?
"And I'm supposed to ponder about who gave them the idea that we were dating?" Amy asked back in a not so friendly tone, eyeing him from head to toe.
