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Me: Yeah, yeah. Things have been busy.
Aaron: Excuses, man. We need a boys’ night.
Owen: Pass.
Aaron: Why you gotta play me like that, boo? I thought you and Maxxie would be on my side.
Max: No chance.
Owen: What he said.
Aaron: So, being lame must be a twin thing?
Nate: Why are you all blowing up my phone?
Aaron: There’s my boy. He never lets me down. Nate. Boys’ night. You’re in, yes?
Nate: I think I’m washing my hair.
Me: Didn’t you get a buzz cut after Vegas?
Aaron: I’m hurt. When did you all get so boring?
Owen: I’ve never claimed to be anything else.
Max: He’s right, we party way less than we did last year. Fuck, are we old now?
Me: Thirty-five isn’t old, dickhead.
Aaron: I’m getting new friends. Ones that want to party with me.
Nate: Good luck finding someone to put up with your arse.
Max: Fuck it. I’m down for beers. Next weekend though.
Aaron: Max, I could kiss you.
Max: Please don’t.
Aaron: Anyone else in? Don’t be bitches about it.
Me: I’m a maybe, gtg guys. Talk later.
I exit from the group chat, but my phone still pings with notifications from them, so I silence it. It’d be good to see them. We haven’t been together since Vegas, which isn’t unusual for us because we’re all busy working.
I try to turn my focus back to work, and around eleven, I get a text from Zoey.
She sends me a picture of the post-it note I slipped into her bag this morning before she left. She’s attached it to her corkboard in her office, and I couldn’t stop the smile from widening my lips if I tried.
Zoey: You’re the cutest ever. Are you busy today? Can I stop by?
Me: Never too busy for you, sweetheart.
Zoey: Sweet talker. See you around 2 x
Smiling, I open my computer and log in to check on the app, then check in with a client, and before I know it, an hour has passed and my stomach grumbles for lunch.
Someone knocks on my office door, which isn’t closed, but when I look up, I see the last person I thought I’d see. Vanessa. Her dark hair is scraped into her usual sleek ponytail, and she’s wearing bright red lipstick and a black pencil dress. My mind flashes back to a time at the beginning of our relationship when I’d look forward to seeing her waiting at my office door. But now, I just feel… nothing.
