Melanie
Standing at the prep station for Let's Taco ‘Bout It, my hands are shaking. I'm having trouble today keeping my blood sugar regulated. It happens to me when I'm emotional, and last night was definitely emotional. This morning is even more so because it was slightly awkward between Weston and me. I'm scared that he's going to decide this isn't worth it. He's mad that I left, and although he said things are fine, I'm worried he'll change his mind.
I'm doing everything I know how to do, but I'm still feeling lightheaded and trying to ignore it as I listen to my music and continue my prep.
"Are you okay?" Maverick asks, bumping into me with his hip. "You look like you're in a whole other world. Your eyes are not here."
I haven't made friends with many people, but Maverick is a nice guy, and I appreciate him trying to look out for me.
"I'm fine, just didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night," which is definitely the truth, but I don't want to tell him everything else.