We showed up back home after an exceptionally quiet dinner and I mean extremely quiet.
The main sound that was made were the utensils clanging on the plates and the biting of food.
It was so abnormal, I wanted to slither out of my skin.
We previously settled within the house, however I could see September, sitting on one of the kitchen counters, seeing her phone with a stressed articulation.
"Hey," I said as I walked up to her. "Anything to worry about?"
"About what?" she hastily returned, her voice a bit too high.
"Your phone," I said, nodding towards it. "You've been looking at it for the past ten minutes." "And?" she responded, her voice still high.
I sighed, knowing that I wasn't going to get anywhere with her. "Fine," I said, walking back. "If you're mad at me, then I shouldn't really care." She scoffed, and I heard her put her phone away.
