Owen
Getting breakfast took forever. But maybe that was because I was anxious to get back to Lorraine, to have our little talk. I prayed that she would open up to me, and that I could find a way to tell her the truth. I tried to think of a way to tell her, to get around my father's command, but nothing came to mind. Especially with each passing minute, I had an awful nagging feeling that I needed to get back. So much so that I couldn't even think of what to say to even break the ice. So I started listening to other people's conversations.
This one was excited about the fall break, another freaked out about an upcoming test. A young couple who looked like they were in the middle of a break-up... yikes...
I kept listening as I waited for my food. Everyone was generally uninteresting to m
