KAT
Luke is waiting for me the next morning on the front porch. I have a list of items that I need for the house and a list of groceries. But the look on Luke's face tells me that I shouldn't ask to stop too many places.
"What's up, Mr. Grumpy Face?" I say jokingly, but Luke only returns my joke with a cold stare.
"Are you ready?" He asks coldly. "I have a meeting at home I need to get to."
Wondering where the Luke is from last night, I cannot stop the frown that tugs at the corners of my mouth. "I can live off of takeout for a few more days," I lie. "You go to your meeting; I can get this stuff another day."
"Whatever," Luke says carelessly as he heads to his truck, leaving me on the porch, unsure if I should follow him or not. I stay rooted to the spot, expecting him to
