I stare at him as he starts to speak.
"Mocha frappé, extra whip cream." He plays with his lip ring, I quickly look away, "That will be $2.50" I say. I watch his face expression change, he walked in looking upset now he looks confused.
"Did I do something? Is everything okay?"
"No Luke you didn't do anything." I say before turning around to the coffee machine, I blink my eyes a couple times to get rid of the tears and continue to make his frappé.
"Here." I say sitting it on the counter.
"Michael?"
"Yeah?"
"What's going on? What happened?"
"What do you mean Luke? Nothing. What's with all the questions?" I feel like my heads about to explode. Why can't he just leave me alone.
A couple of days ago I would have loved him talking to me but I just don't feel like talking to anyone, and he won't stop asking questions.
"Never mind, I'll uh see you tomorrow maybe? I don't know, it just you've been taking days off."
"I don't know Luke." It's harsh. I hate that I said it like that.
"Oh okay." His shoulders slump before turning around and walking out of the café.
