Jessica
Nine arrived in the house probably just 15 minutes after the call. Once he entered, the atmosphere that I thought will be finally less tensional was unexpected more awkward—I wonder what happened between the two, but I can feel like they’re not I good terms at the moment.
Currently sitting on the carpeted floor by the living room, we placed the boxes of pizza at the center of the glass, round table, and around it are the glasses and the bottle of soda that he bought. To at least help in making things comfortable, I took the honor of eating first, expecting them to follow me.
But instead of doing that, they just settled with the glasses of soda that I poured for them. “What’s wrong?” I asked, not being able to take the silence anymore while holding the slice that I just bit once.
