Jordan takes me out for something to eat but honestly, there's a huge lump in my throat, creating a barrier for the food I'm attempting to eat.
For several seconds, my eyes are set on his features as he drives, his eyes on the road, his arm resting by my side and I can't help but contemplate on how this situation has all of a sudden turned into a date for us both.
I slump back into my seat and let my head fall against the window gently as I glance up to the darkening sky.
"So do you like being here then?" Jordan asks as he lowers the volume of his music.
"Here? In Brighton?"
"Yeah."
"Admittedly, I hated the thought of coming here but it's actually not that bad. Although, I haven't seen much of the city yet."
"Yet," Jordan smiles. "I'll show you around one day if you're free."
"Sure," I laugh as we pull into a McDonalds drive-thru and as we pull up to the order point, Jordan turns to me. "Order whatever you like, gorgeous."
I take a while to relent in what to order so Jordan orders his meal first. "Can I have a mayo chicken?"
"Sure," he nods. "Drink?"
"Coca cola please."
"I thought you were going to be one of those girls that order a salad. What is with that?"
"I like salad too but today can be my exception," I laugh a little as does he.
"Typical girl," he says after he finishes ordering with the employee and he rolls the car forward to the window.
He reaches into his pocket for his wallet. I try to hand him money for my meal but he doesn't take it. "I've got it." and then proceeds to pay for both our food. I say thanks but I can't help but feel a little bad now. I don't want to seem dependent on him.
He smiles at me, a huge genuine grin on his face as we pull up to the final window to collect our food and our drinks, and he passes them over to me to hold before backing into a parking space in the customer car park.
He fumbles around for a long moment, trying hard to find his fries. When he finds them, he sets them down in the centre console and passes me my food. However, during the process, he stares at me with a sort of perplexed expression.
"Are you alright?"
"No, I'm all left," I laugh but he glares at me. "I could be better."
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said. It was none of my business."
"Actually," I say, feeling him place his hand on mine as a sign of comfort. "I'm glad you did."
"You are?"
"Yeah, but, can't you at least tell me what happened?"
"Okay, okay," Jordan says eventually. "Connor isn't the biological son of Ella and Dan. He was adopted when he was about a year old."
My brain wasn't working. His words just didn't want to enter my head. Connor being adopted, I'm struggling to come to terms with that.
"So his parents? Did they die?"
"Yeah, both of them did not long after his first birthday. About two months later. They didn't know the reasons."
"And Connor never found out?"
