AMELIA

“I um…have you…had breakfast?”

Roman watched me for what seemed to be an eternity. The look in his eyes was intense, I found myself rooted to the spot as we gazed into each other's eyes.

He shook his head slowly after the long silence stretched, uncomfortably so.

I had many questions, many. And I wasn't sure where to begin or how to act around him.

“Would you like to have some?”

“No, I'm not hungry,” He replied, a faint frown creasing the space between his brows.

“Oh…” What does one say to that?

I cleared my throat and laughed awkwardly, running my fingers through my bob. Well, not much of a bob at this point, I needed to go to a salon. Maybe today…get a trim, get my mind off things.

“Right…did you,” I looked at the ceiling for a second, unsure of how to pose the question, “Did you speak to him?”

There was a glint of realization in his eyes, he gave me a small smile and made his way to the sofa. Plopping down on it with a heavy sigh.

“I did, you have nothing to worry a