Meredith went home after dinner with her parents and figure the near forty minute drive had allowed her stomach to calm down some. She chose a dark chocolate cup filled with what looked like whipped cream, and she put the rest in her fridge.
She got a spoon and brought her dessert to the table. As much as she wanted to enjoy her dessert she also had been trying to forget about what happened with Brayden at dinner and in the elevator.
She bit a piece of the shell off and was glad it wasn't extremely dark, but it was dark nonetheless. She had never been a fan of dark chocolate, but she had been a fan of Brayden's. Meredith pushed the thought out of her mind and spooned up the whipped cream.
