"I... need to talk to you." She flipped over one of the other cups waiting and filled it with coffee. She'd ordered the full carafe because she wanted something to do with her hands. Something that could take her attention, because she felt guilty just looking at him.
"It's a serious thing. I wish it weren't a serious thing, but it is." Why couldn't she just say it? She'd always been mature and adult like. Why now of all times did she have to become this stuttering child?