right.” It’s not the response she was expecting; I can tell by the way her expression softens a little, surprise and a dash of appreciation taking over for the rage that was present a second ago. Her lips part, and I’m on the edge of my seat waiting for her response, hoping that this is the moment where we finally get past this part of our argument and find our way back to each other, but before she can say anything Jalisa comes sweeping over, placing food and drinks we haven’t ordered yet on the table.
