Annabel's POV
We sat down there in the peaceful silence, eating our food. It felt really comforting and thankfully, Justin was someone who could read the room. He didn't try to bring up any talks that would make me uncomfortable or make everywhere awkward and didn't push me. We didn’t talk about the lake. We didn’t talk about the kiss, either. Or the tension that had settled between us like fog, visible if you looked close enough, but easy to pretend wasn’t there if you kept your eyes forward. We didn’t talk about the fact that I was still in his bed, wrapped in his hoodie, drinking from a chipped mug I was pretty sure had his last name carved on the bottom from some long-forgotten dorm kitchen.
Instead of awkward conversations, we talked about something lighter and brought up random to
