Nathan was drumming his fingers heavily on the wooden counter top of the bar by the time Jenna entered. He gazed for a long moment at the alcohol stored away on the shelves against the wall. A blend of colours and textures stared back, reflecting the sunlight from outdoors calmly. After a minute, the patio door opened with a jingle, and he turned.
"Hey," was all he managed to say at first. He then cleared his throat and straightened.
"Listen, Jenna, I'm sorry. Sorry I didn't call you earlier; sorry I couldn't give you a straight answer. I've been a douche, and you don't deserve that."
"Hey," was all he managed to say at first. He then cleared his throat and straightened.
"Listen, Jenna, I'm sorry. Sorry I didn't call you earlier; sorry I couldn't give you a straight answer. I've been a douche, and you don't deserve that."