(Avery's Thoughts)

He sighs and lifts his head. I can see his eyes almost filled with tears, trying to hold back his cry, “Tell me, Avery. Do you really love me? Or do you pity me? Am I even worth your love?”

He leans back to the chair, I clench my fist,

“What are you talking about babe? Of course, I do. You know that. I am not here just because of pity. I won’t ever do that. You know how I feel for you.”

“Then say it, Ava. Say that you love me,” his voice raises enough to catch some of the customers’ and staffs’ attention.

“Let’s not do...