Genevieve was silent for a while as Stefan drove. She stole a glance at him at intervals, feeling bad that he was leaving the next day. Although she had only met him two days ago, she couldn't help but think about how much she was going to miss him.
Stefan was a great guy, and seeing how he was still being cool despite the nonsense she had done the previous night made her feel even more ashamed of herself.
The previous night while thinking about her actions and the way Stefan had turned her down, she had picked up her personal journal which her therapist had made her write while she was undergoing therapy and she had read through most of the notes, reminding herself again that she was no longer that Genevieve.
"Why are you so silent? Missing me already?" Stefan asked with a teasing smile as he turned to spare her a glance.
Genevieve smiled, "I guess," she said, and then cleared her throat, "Jamal…"
