#jakeana

[jkrnta]

Ana

Ana’s expression softened at his words, a small smile gracing her features. She didn’t understand it but there was something about him that was just… not amusing but cute maybe? She couldn’t place her finger on it. “Well I’m not everyone else.” She told him calmly, kneeling down in front of him. “I’m Ana and I happen to like you. Okay?” She asked, giving him an encouraging smile as she took the towel from him. She didn’t see a real point in staying angry; holding grudges wasn’t her forte. “Sorry about your toast, did you want me to cook you up something like eggs or bacon?” She offered, knowing better than to ask about cereal.

[jkrnta]

Jake and Ana

Jake didn't know why but he felt very insulted at her words. And frowned, and walked back into her pitch to clean the toast and jam from the floor. "I wasn't mad you were my waitress, it's just the way my face is, I guess. Or something. I didn't hate the idea of coming here, I didn't GET it. People don't want me over. Especially people I've yelled at. People don't like me, so when you told me to come, I didn't GET it. I never get it." He was on his knees with a paper towel wiping blueberry jelly from the tiles. "I'm sorry I yelled, I'm sorry my face is stupid looking, I'm sorry I didn't understand why you wanted me in your house. I don't have things against you. It's just me. Okay?"