“Johnny,” the waiter answered, with a smile. Then he looked down and walked away with the mugs in his hands.

Stephen stared at me. I pretended not to notice, playing with my napkin. Finally I looked up. “What?”

“I can’t believe this”

“What? What can’t you believe?” I asked him, trying to act like I didn’t know what he meant.

“You, flirting with a waiter right after you finish kissing me!”

“Wait hold on. You kissed me. And I can flirt with whoever I want to, we’re not together anymore.”

“You didn’t pull away!”

I opened my mouth, then, not realizing what I was going to say, closed it again.

“You can’t keep doing this to me, Jessica. You can’t keep pullin me around like that. One second you’re telling me you don’t like me, and the next second you’re letting me kiss you! Either you stay and we try to work this out, give me a chance, or leave now.”

“Wait, what?”

“You heard me Jessica, I can’t do this. I’m giving you a choice.”

I sat there for a second. Then I got up, and left.