She chewed her lip while he poured his own cup of coffee, unsure why he was looking around. She hoped he wasn't trying to get waitstaff attention, she didn't want to be interrupted. Once she started this, she wanted it over with as soon as it could be. No flow broken.
"Because I feel really bad." Finally, Jennifer looked up at Dean. Oh, he was such an attractive man. Which made her think of how good he was in bed. Which for some reason circled back to how nice he was. "You see."
If he'd just not been so nice. If he'd just been the casual, happy go lucky prick he so pretended to be.
"I've been using you." Jennifer paused. "For sex."