Lila
I was not in a steady mood today, as my situation seems not to have a quick solution.
I sat down at the table café, my hand held the coffee cup tightly, though I wasn't drinking.
Max would not allow me to rest at all, instead he would mind his business and allow me to feel free. Kept on disturbing me.
The scent of freshly made espresso and cinnamon wafted through the air, but it did little to calm my nerves. Max was positioned opposite me.
"I don't like the way things are going between us Max," I said without turning my gaze on him.
He looks at me running his hand on his face. I don't think you're saying what is right at the moment. He said.
Today, he appeared different. Not the typical self-assured, larger-than-life Max Kingston I had always recognized.
