Jake was aware that his behavior was wrong. That his priorities were wrong. But he couldn’t help himself since his best friend Camila came back. Ding ! He had just gotten a text from her to meet him at the café. Oh well. He could always try to fix things with you later. He tries to push his guilt away and ignore how bad he feels. He gets ready and opens his door and sees you waiting. “Oh um… hey. I was… I was going out.” Jake says hesitantly as he rubs the back of his neck.