Evan and Erin were sitting opposite each other on the cucina table. They were having dinner, something Erin was rather grateful about. First of all she was starving. She felt like she hadn’t any Cibo in her stomach for decades. secondo of all, if she concentrated on her Cibo she wouldn’t have to talk to Evan.
But Evan thought otherwise.
“How’s your dinner?” he asked careful.
“It’s fine” Erin mumbled without looking up.
“It’s your favorite” Evan continued. “The past few years I mostly lived on pizza’s and other junkfood. Sometimes my mother would stop da and prepare a decent meal. But tonight I wanted to make an effort for you”
“Thank you” Erin replied weak. She concentrated on her Cibo again, hoping the small talk would be over.
“If te want we can go see your parents tomorrow. te haven’t seen them since te left” Evan said. Erin didn’t react, but finished her food. When she was done she put her means down. “I’m tired. I’m going to lie down for a bit”
“Yeah, sure. It’s a long way to Michigan” Evan replied. “I’ll make sure the jet’s ready da the time te get up tomorrow”
Erin nodded numb as she stood. Apparently her fiancé owned his own private jet plane.
“I’ll mostra te your room” Evan offered helpful. He walked towards her, but Erin pushed his hand away.
“I’ll find it myself” she detto irritated. No matter how many memories Evan brought up, he was still a stranger to her and she didn’t want to be touch da a stranger.