Ethan's POV
As I got closer to the kitchen, I could hear Emily's voice. It sounded like she was on the phone, and I stopped to listen. I could hear her talking, but I couldn't make out what she was saying.
She was smiling and blushing, and it was clear that she was smitten with whoever she was talking to. It was none of my business, and she was entitled to her own life.
As I entered the kitchen, Emily quickly ended her call. It was clear that she wasn't comfortable with me being around.
I didn't care.
She didn't say a word to me, but she seemed to be going about her business, making breakfast as if nothing had happened.
I wanted to apologize for the way I had yelled at her earlier, but my pride was getting in the way. I knew I had been wrong, but I couldn't bring myself to admit it. I was at a loss for what to do.
I finally mustered up the courage to speak to her. "Hey."
