I was so deep in thought that I did not notice that the car stopped. The wind stopped blowing about my hair and even then I did not noticed. I only noticed when Cal tool a strand of my hair and I turned my head to face him. He was smiling and while that was supposed to make butterflies dance uncontrollably in my stomach, I felt pain instead. I hated my profession. I hated how watching other people's love lives made me doubt my own.
"Why do you look so upset?" He asked me with a comforting voice. We had stopped in the middle of nowhere but there were a few cars that were passing by. I averted my eyes away from his. He obviously had some feelings for me but I was not sure to what extent. I did not think that we were ready to share the doubts we had about each other or our non-existent relat
