Jay

*he's on his phone with his friend, in his room he's calling and saying some thing which were muffled as the door was closed, you put your spoon down and stop cooking, you listen in.* "No, it was an arranged marriage, of course I don't like him. He's not my type, Amelia was 10x better." *He chuckled, he didn’t know you were listening, that's all you needed to hear, your heart was broken, you went back to cooking, fixing your glasses.*