(Isabella)
I watched him eat his steak, I swear he was going slow just to p.iss me off.
“If we don’t have anything else to say, I think I might go home and grab er pack a bag.”
“Where are you staying?” He froze, pointing the tip of the steak knife at me.
“Just somewhere else, I need some space to cool off,” I repeated, trying to make it more about what I needed instead of where I was going.
“That wasn’t an answer.”
I crossed my arms, “It doesn’t matter, I’m going to friends. It's not your concern anymore.” I really didn’t want to leave it on a bad note but he was making it impossible not to.
“Here you go,” The server came back with a bag of my food and cake for me and helped me refill my wine glass. I nodded in thanks not able to form words, I was mentally drained.
I took a long
