"Why don't you tell me what you want to tell me, pretty girl." I can tell my words have caught her off-guard, because she stops pushing the food around her plate. I know then I made the right call because her expression says it all. She pulls in a deep breath before dropping her fork. "I really need to eat this dinner. Can we do that first?" She starts nervously fidgeting with the lace detail on her shirt, and that's how I know that statement alone meant something. I answer, "Yeah, let's eat,"
