“Are you mad at me now?” I ask sharply. Cliff exhales, some of the tension in his shoulders releasing, as if he just realized he was stressed at all. He threads his fingers through his hair, letting the strands drop back into place. “I don’t think this is a great idea. I barely know her.” “That’s the point of a date, isn’t it?” His jaw ticks as he looks off to the side. “I don’t know, Michelle…” “Don’t you want to finally move on?” I ask. He blinks, staring at me. Staring through me. “I’ll think about it,” he murmurs.
