Juliet's POV
"Luke..." I whispered looking at him.
"Hi..."
He looked happier then when he last came home, which I was thankful for.
"Can I come in?" He asked rocking back on the balls of his feet. I hesitantly nodded and he entered the apartment, I closed the door behind him.
"Do you want anything to drink?" I awkwardly said. I didn't know what to say, last time I saw him I told myself I hated him. But do I really? I just might want to make myself think I hated him, it would be easier if I did actually hate him.
But I don't.
I could never hate him, I could only love him.
"Tea?" He had this little smile planted on his face from the moment I opened the door. I went over and got out two of my favorite mugs, I got them in LA over holiday with Danny. One had the Hollywood hills on it and the other had the Los Angeles skyline. I put a pot on the stove and watched Luke out of the corner of my eye as he went around looking a little things in the house. I needed to wait for the water to boil so I turned around and sat on the edge of the counter.
"How was Europe?" I asked getting a boost of confidence. I mean it's just Luke. Just Luke.
"It was great, the food in Sweden is really weird though," he added a light laugh to the end of that. The tension levels in the air right now are basically choking me. "I think your water is boiling."
I cursed and turned around. I hoped off the counter and turned the stove off. I grabbed the pot and poured the hot water into the two mugs. I added two of the tea bags Luke got me from Germany, then added a bit of milk and sugar. I carefully went to the island of the kitchen and passes Luke his tea. He grabbed it, giving me a little nod as a thank you.
"It's nice to see you again..." Luke said taking a small sip of his tea. I just gave him a awkward side smile back. "Did you um, did you get the letters?"
"...Yeah," I shifted my stance from leaning on one leg to the other and then rested both of my elbows on the counter.
"Did you read them...?"
"Yeah," I repeated.
"Juliet please..." I could tell he was getting annoyed with my lack of response. What does he want me to say? Yeah I got the letters, I cried almost every time I got them because I realized I will never ever stop loving you? Does he want me to forgive him? Because that's not going to happen, at least not so soon.
"They were...sweet, thank you, for all the stuff from the states and yeah..." I said quietly.
"You're welcome, did you uh, like the mixtape?"
Of course I fucking did, I listened to it for days on repeat until my stereo blew out. Now I have to get a new one.
"Yeah, I liked it," I gave him a light smile and took a gulp from my own tea.
"Good, good, I'm glad you did. I wanna worried you wouldn't like it and that you thought I was being creepy sending you all these things but when I saw them in the store I thought of you and I was like 'oh my god, she would lo-"
"Luke! Stop rambling, I loved everything you sent." I chuckled.
"Sorry...so what are you doing today?" He changed the subject.
"I have work at 5."
"You got a job?" His eyes widened a bit and I nodded. "Oh, well since that's in a few hours, do you want t-" I cut him off again.
