She stared her chipped china cup down, its contents staring straight back. Jack blinked several times before trying to explain. She sniffed pathetically before continuing, “I hate lies.”
A fast double glance told her he was trying to control the temper they both knew very well. His perfectly shaped eyebrows arched. “Now I’m a liar?”
His voice hid his frustration immensly well, but Jack knew better.
“Can we just forget this?” she moaned.
He abruptly slammed his fist into the already dented tabletop.
Ripples shimmered in the black mess called ‘coffee’ inside her cup.
“Dammit! No! Jack, you are beautiful, you’re gorgeous. And it kills me that you can’t see that. That you get mad at someone that tells you this!”
His passionate voice rang through the nearly empty diner. I wasn’t surprised though.
“Done?” I asked simply.
He narrowed his eyes, and only an angel’s face could be able to contort into something so hideously stunning.