𝐂𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖.

Jorja's Pov
All I can think about is trying to understand where Ebony was coming from when we last spoke. She asked me whether I truly didn't comprehend the entire situation, or if it was a matter of me not wanting to understand. Her words have been on a constant loop in my mind.

The situation had left me feeling unsure of myself. The kiss had me questioning the true intent behind it. While I wasn't completely oblivious to the implications of the kiss, I couldn't help but feel a sense of fear and apprehension towards the reality of the situation.

I know it may seem childish and somewhat embarrassing, but I simply didn't know how to proceed. My lack of communication skills only added to my confusion and left me feeling even more lost about how to handle the situation.

The thought of meeting someone repeatedly, gradually developing an attachment, spending quality time together, and even sharing affectionate moments by kissing them was something that never crossed my mind. I never imagined myself being in such a situation, and it was certainly not a part of my bucket list.

That didn't necessarily mean I were complaining about it though. It just seemed out of the ordinary for someone like me. The most interacting I've done with someone in my entire life came from me being a waitress, and I wasn't exaggerating it.

Although I wasn't familiar with the concepts of relationships, I knew that I wanted to be with Ebony, both as a friend and romantically.

I had already figured it out, but I never thought I would be admitting it. The only thing left for me was to confess it to Ebony. I just hoped that she wasn't still upset with me. She told me she wasn't, but yesterday she abruptly ended our conversation by saying 'I'll call you later,' and even raised her voice at me.

In that moment, she did hurt my feelings. But, I know she didn't mean to be hurtful.

As I sat comfortably in the booth located towards the back of the quaint diner, I munched on the crispy and golden French fries that I had made in the kitchen myself. My headphones were plugged into my ears and was listening to the soft melodies of Too Fast by Sonder, which were filling my ears and calming my mind.

Despite my best efforts, I couldn't help but feel a sense of irritation creeping up on me as I glanced at the clock on my phone and realized that my lunch break was quickly drawing to a close.

I let out a low sigh and continued chewing on my fries. Just as I was about to take another bite, I suddenly caught a glimpse of someone banging on my booth table from the corner of my eye. Startled, I looked up to see Olivia standing over me with a scowl on her face, her arms tightly crossed, and quickly removed my headphones.

As I stood there, her banging on the table disturbed me and filled me with slight fear. "Is there something wrong?" I asked, ready to put my headphones back in.

Oliva stood in front of me with a irritated expression as she scanned the busy diner. Her eyes flicked back to me and she scoffed in disbelief. "Are you seriously going to sit here and relax while the diner is packed with customers?" Her tone dripped with hatred as she gestured to the full tables and the line of people waiting to be seated.