AMELIA
I heard the front door open, and I was out of my seat in a flash.
"Hey, Damian. How was work today?" I asked as I fell into step beside him, smiling with a cheeriness that I didn't feel and hoping this time he would thaw towards me.
"Very well," he replied dryly, as usual.
He kept walking, his eyes fixed as always on the stairs. Talk about being rude! I tamped down on my annoyance.
"My day at work went pretty well, too," I offered.
Besides the brief flash of annoyance that crossed his face whenever I mentioned the cafe, he gave no further indication that I had spoken.
"Have you already had dinner? I can make you something," I said in a last-ditch effort to get him to say something.
"Don't bother," was the response.
He stopped and turned to look at me for the first t
