Jon stuck his credit card in the slot on the folder that housed the bill and handed it to the waiter. He'd be stuck at the table until the man returned with it.
You can take a walk in Central Park. The words cut into him like razor blades. He remained motionless in his seat, unsure what was happening exactly. Had she really just said that?
He stared up at her. Completely and utterly dumbfounded, his mind reeling, trying to figure out the right thing to say. He blinked.
He wanted to tell her not to be mad at him. Wanted to tell her to sleep on it and get back to him in the morning. Wanted to wrap his arms around her and forget the last few moments. But he couldn't take it back. It would have happened eventually. So many thoughts he couldn't figure out how to voice properly. Words at that moment, just weren't going to happen.