0.2: This is your life, Jack

Marcia had long since left them alone. Angel sat back, her arms folded tightly across her chest. Jack took a bite of his burger and chewed.

This stuff is horrible. Why do I keep eating here?

"Angel, you know I'm no good at meeting new people. Why are you doing this?"

"We've been going out for almost two years now, and I've let things go at your pace until now, but I'm done with it. It's time things went MY way for once. You're doing this for me, or you're not doing THIS anymore."

Now, see, if *I* called her a "this", she'd be angry with me. Oops...she wasn't done talking.

"...anymore. It's time to make up your mind, Jack. Are you in or out? I can't wait for you any longer. If you're serious about this relationship, it's time we took it to the next level. My parents will be arriving at the airport at 4:30. If you're not standing outside the gate at 4:15, we're done."

"Look, Angel, I can't just LEAVE work like that --"

"Don't. Don't use that excuse. I won't listen to you shove it off on your boss yet again." Angel stood and placed her trash on the tray, then turned away. Before she walked away, she slumped her shoulders and hung her head. Without turning around, she said softly, "This is your life, Jack, and it's leaving you behind."