Lisa
I don't linger on the sidewalk, instead heading straight back inside the restaurant to Jennie. It's strange how that happened, and how the night has suddenly changed. I hope Jennie isn't angry that we didn't come to get her before Jisoo left.
She's sitting at the table alone, two heaping desserts sitting untouched before her. She's leaning forward, her elbows on the table, and her eyes meet mine as I approach. But she doesn't smile.
"Hey, Jennie." I sit down beside her, already searching for my wallet, and if I'm not mistaken she tenses and leans away from my presence.
"Where are Jisoo and Hae-in?"
"Jisoo twisted her ankle. They decided to go ahead and go. She could barely walk."
Jennie nods, her expression darkening.
"Are you okay?"
She instantly softens, giving me a small smile. "I'm fine. I actually have a really horrible headache all of a sudden."
I frown, instantly concerned. "Have you taken anything for it?"
"I don't have anything on me."
"Do you want to go ahead and leave? We can stop by the store on the way home, and I'll get you some Advil."
She frowns, regarding me curiously. Then she lowers her eyes from mine.
"Sure, I guess that would be fine," she says quietly.
"Well, let me just pay real quick." I look around, scanning the area for our server. "Do you want any of the dessert?" I ask her.
She shakes her head. "I'm not hungry."
I nod in understanding. Her headache must really be terrible - she was practically drooling over just the idea of dessert a little while ago. Now she seems to lack the energy or willpower for even a simple smile.
The server eventually wanders over and takes my card, reappearing with two boxes for the dessert. Jennie apathetically dumps the cake into one of the boxes while I do the same.
We walk to the car in silence. I assume that Jennie must not feel like talking. She seems distracted, and not at all worried about Jisoo, which is strange.
I open her door for her and then hurry to my side.
"Do you want to pick some music?" I ask, gesturing to my iPod, but then think better of it. "Actually, I guess you'd probably rather have silence if you have a headache."
She shrugs indifferently. "It's okay. We can listen to whatever you want."
But I only think of her well-being. "I'll leave it off," I confirm.
It's very odd how her headache has come on so suddenly. I wonder if she gets migraines - I've never had one, but I hear they can be a bitch. I've had people call out of work over them.
I look at her and frown, wondering if her pain is that severe.
Jennie stares blankly out the side window as I drive. The silence between us feels ominous, but I don't force her into conversation in case it will worsen her headache. Instead, I let my thoughts wander.
Hae-in's thoughts replay through my mind. Be honest with her. But is it really that simple? I can tell her every single thing I did and all of my reasoning, but does that mean she'll even consider forgiving me? Just because I'm honest?
I have serious doubts. A big part of me fears she won't give me the chance to explain; an even greater part is scared she'll hear me out and hate me anyway.
