(15) Story Telling By Me

"Hey...." I greeted Dean Castro silently, "How's it going?" I took a sit in front of him and smiled nicely.

He looks like he's studying my every movement, so I made sure not to let the reason slip of why I'm late, show.

"You're late...." He raised an eyebrow.

I may or may not cry for 20 minutes straight, but if I did, then it's for a reason.

"Yeah, sorry about that." I chuckled awkwardly.

He frowned, "Your nose is red."

"It is..." I nodded, opening the menu, and read it.

Hmmm? Weird.

I don't have the appetite for ice cream.

"Your eyes are puffy."

"And you're stating the obvious." I chuckled awkwardly, closing the menu and raised my hand to order. Noticing the tall glass that's already empty with a used spoon in front of him, I asked, "Have you ordered?"

"... Yeah." He nodded, "And ate it too. Sorry, I thought you weren't coming."

The young waiter walked towards us and asked for our orders.

"It's alright." I smiled at Dean, "Let's just order for you again. A little more wouldn't hurt y