I looked at Scott and he looked at me. I reached for his hands across the table and he embraced them. Unwillingly, however. “What’s the matter?” I said, concerned. “No, nothing. Just a long day at work.” He let go of my hands to check his phone. “Who’s that? Who’s texting you?” If there’s one thing I am, it’s jealous. “Babe. No one, I was just checking it.” he huffed. “I don’t understand why you always do that. Why you always check your phone. Like, who could be calling you? I’m right here. It’s almost like your cheating on me.” I ranted. “Jen, get the hell out of here. I’d never cheat on you.” I saw him roll his eyes and sigh. “I can’t believe you just did that, roll your eyes at me” “Babe, I can’t help it. You pull the same thing all the time and I’m visibly not cheating on you. I just hate that you don’t trust me, but at the same time you come to the diner all dressed up. And what for? I’ll tell you what for. Attention. You just love when everyones eyes – especially boys – are all on you.”