I let out a sigh as I look out the window of the diner, looking at the waves as it crashes against the rocks below. It’s been quiet for a while now, the atmosphere between us tense our waitress sets our food down in front of us. You haven’t said much since I smashed the camera, the one I had gotten for you when we first started talking. But it wasn’t my fault really- no it wasn’t. You were the reason the whole argument started, right? I shake my head before I look down at my plate, finally speaking.

“Look, I’m sorry about the damned camera. If you’re that upset about it I’ll buy you another one. Didn’t mean to break the damn thing.”

I finally say as I look up at you.