A tart at 20th Century Cafe. Okay, I am there.
We ordered a few dishes and Chris went out to repark the car. While waiting, I browsed through my phone. Then for a moment, I looked up and saw Francis. He looked the same. The ruddy cheeks and the messy hair. The weird slightly unkempt style.
Even though I thought that I had moved past it, my body went tense and I tilted my face down. His presence was overwhelming and I hated it. There was nothing that I wanted to say. All I wanted was to leave, but the things that I had ordered, I just couldn\’t leave. So instead, I continued browsing. Now noting that Chris was stuck finding parking.
Then without warning, i saw that he was in front of me. \”Hello,\” he said, smiling.
\”Hello,\” I said back and offered nothing more. I don\’t know if I smiled, but at the very least, my displeasure must have crossed my face even though I was trying to stifle it.
\”Is there something wrong?\” he said and watched my face.
I said nothing and returned my phone, letting the words fall heavily onto the table.
He awkwardly moved away and I quickly texted Chris, letting him know about the resentment that I held so deeply in my heart.