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“What are you doing here?” he asked, eyes fixated on my bare feet.
I didn’t say anything. I stared at my toes, relieved they were attractive.
“Wanna talk?” he asked and came to sit beside me. That familiar scent I had once been in love with hit my nose.
My eyes stared at his black Nikes. They looked good.
“Chlo?” he called, sounding more worried.
I finally looked at him. Those brown eyes I’d loved staring into and those curls I’d enjoyed running my fingers through.
“I was taking a walk.” It wasn’t a lie, and it wasn’t the truth either, but the look on his face told me he didn’t believe me.
He stood up, making my heart drop. He was going to leave me too. No one wanted to be around me.
I was confused when he picked up my heels and took my hand.
“Come on,” he urged, gently pulling me up.
I followed, not arguing. We walked quietly down the sidewalk.
“If your feet are hurting, I can give you mine, though they’d be big for you,” he said, staring at my feet.
“It’s fine. It feels good,” I said with a light laughter. I wanted to ask him where we were going, but I kept quiet and followed.
“Have you eaten?” he asked, swinging my hand to and fro with our fingers interlocked, like old times. I’d forgotten how much he loved doing that.
“Yes,” I admitted.
Tristan and I left the party without eating anything, and food could ease my mood right now. Food made everything better.
“There is a diner down the road. I wish I had brought my car.”
“It’s fine. The weather is nice tonight,” I said and inhaled, pretending to enjoy the cool wind on my face.
“You look great. What’s the occasion?” he said, staring down at the red gown.
“Thanks. An engagement party.”
He looked like he had more to say to me but was holding back. We walked quietly to the diner. He held the door open for me, and I made my way in. We took a booth at the back and made our order.
“So, what happened?” he asked, glancing at me as he leaned closer to the table between us.
I noticed he still had the silly bracelet I had given him on our first anniversary.
The guy I thought liked me just told me I’m stupid for mistaking lust with love,I wanted to say but settled for, “I fought with the person I live with.”
“You mean, Tristan Sanchester, your … lover?” he said with an inexplicable edge to his voice.
I wanted to explain everything to him, but I couldn’t, so I allowed him to think the worst of me.
“How bad was the fight that he left you at the bus stop, looking like it was the end of the world?”
“I don’t wanna talk about it.” I dismissed it, playing with the napkins on the table.
“Were you planning to sleep at the bus stop?” he asked when our food arrived.
I quickly grabbed my fried shrimp and dip.
