For some reason your eyes are tearing up. You can't believe Gene would just change you so brazenly. You always felt like your C cup breasts were good enough for him. But this batch of fighting and changing in the car has been to much for you. Betrayed, you think,"he knows how sensitive I am about my breasts," and as you do the waterworks really start rolling down your cheeks. "No! Not now! I xant be crying now," you think to yourself. "I'm Elizabeth Hendreson and I refuse to stop cry in front of my insensitive boyfriend."
Despite your best efforts the tears keep coming. You wrap your arms around your legs and hug them tightly to your chest. As your shoulders shake you give the tiniest of wails. You can feel your maskcara and make up being ruined by the make up you put on for the date. "This date is ruined."
"Um- Lizzie... hey." Gene tries putting his hand on your shoulder and you shove his hand off of you. You then Barry your head deeper into your arms. The car fills with a long silence as you continue crying. Eventually you feel Gene stir once more as he places a hand on your back.