Kathy
"But it's Sunday," he said. "I'm sure you don't have to be anywhere right at this moment."
"Do you want me to stay?" I asked, looking at him directly now.
My hazel brown eyes pierced directly into his. Sometimes, words were not enough to convey all that was inside of you and I hoped that he would pick up how I was feeling just by looking at me.
But to my disappointment, he just shrugged his shoulders casually."It's up to you," he said, oblivious to what I was feeling.
"Right," I resumed packing my stuff.
"Or you could stay, I mean," he sounded nervous now as he rubbed the back of his head with his hands. "We can eat together. Making sure you're fed is the least I can do for all your efforts."
"Efforts?" I couldn’t hide the hurt in my voice.
"Yes," he pressed. "I understand it
