(Tiffany)
Stevie walks in almost immediately, her eyes are furrowed at me, as if scrutinizing me.
"Uhmm," Stevie stutters slightly, pointing to the door which Bill just exited.
"What?" I ask her, I sure as hell know what she's talking about.
She walks up to me and sits across.
"Tiff? What's going on? You're moody and so is Bill," Stevie ask, her tone laced with concern. "I saw Bill looking like his world is about to crumble. Did you guys argue again?"
I shrug. "No, I didn't. He just walked in here with lunch and I rejected it," I say dismissively.
"Okayy?"
I point at the table. "Clarence already got lunch for me and besides I don't want anything from Bill. Why can't he just leave me alone?" I responded, my frustrations rising slightly in my voice.
Why do I still care about this gu
