Jayee came through the door late in the afternoon, intentionally avoiding Paul as much as possible. Afraid of what he might think about the morning's actions. Out of all the people she had ever known, Paul was the only person she was afraid to make the wrong impression on. And she knew that she had the way he had glanced at her when she came in.<br/><br/>Throwing her jacket onto the ktichen table as she walked by, she set down a basket on the kitchen counter with food supplies in it. They had the ingredients to make spaghetti, so she did. Making two plates, she got two glasses of water and balanced it all as she walked into the living room. Setting Paul's plate and glass down before she retreated into the ktichen, figuring she couldnt say or do anything to make up for the way everything happened that morning. As she sat down, she realized that she couldnt stomach the food even if she hadnt eaten in three days. Moving it around on the plate with her fork, she sighed and set the fork down. Putting her head in her hands as she again thought about the idea that Paul was going to drive her insane before she ever figured out how to apologize to him.