AMELIA
Listening to a history audiobook through my headphones, I was diligently restocking the clothes rack as winter requested, when I suddenly felt my headphones forcefully yanked from my ears.
Startled, I swerve, and there's Cam, grinning from ear to ear, my headphones now draped around my neck.
No! I mentally lamented.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, and he responds, holding out his hands, Carl's Jr. takeout in tow.
"You didn't stop by home. I figured you might be hungry."
I'm torn between being mad at him or not, considering that what he did is a bit considerate. But I am not letting him know that.
When I didn't answer and continued putting up the shirts, uncertain about how to feel, he stepped forward, peeking at me, "I still haven't poisoned you," he said.
A small smile t
