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Liza suddenly sputtered, “Um… do you mind if we make a quick stop at Walmart? I need to pick up—”
“I really should get back to the rescue.” He cut her off. Miller wanted Liza away from him as soon as possible.
“I know… It’s an emergency though.”
Miller snapped his head to look at her. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. I just got my—I need tampons.”
Miller scrunched his face and barely made the last minute turn into the Walmart parking lot.
“Sorry, I just don’t have any and it’s just a mess—”
Holding up his hand, he cut her off. “No need to explain.”
“I’ll be really quick if you just want to drop me off at the door.”
Miller sighed. He was almost out of eggs and toilet paper. “Since we’re here, I’ll grab a few things too.”
After parking, they walked in together. Standing by the carts, Liza asked, “Meet you back here in ten?”
Miller nodded and made his way to the dairy aisle. It was the first time he was grateful that he had to walk all the way to the back of the store to get the basics because it was far, far away from the feminine products.
As he surveyed the egg options, he noticed a woman loading her cart with yogurt. Her familiar profile and auburn hair made him do a double take. The woman made eye contact.
Abigail.
She was effortlessly beautiful—like always—in black yoga pants and a gray zip-up hoodie.
Miller walked toward her, erasing the space between them in just a few steps.
“Hey.” Miller shoved his hands in his pockets.
“Hey,” Abigail replied while gently setting another yogurt container in her cart. “How… how are you?”
Miller shifted and shrugged his shoulders. “I’m… alright. How are you? How was Chicago?”
Abigail raised her eyebrows and tilted her head.
“I saw your post…” Stop talking Miller. You’re supposed to have moved on, not be an obvious stalker.
Abigail nodded. “It was… fun. Uh, speaking of Instagram… you’ve been more active.” She let her eyes fall to the items in her cart.
Miller chuckled nervously and focused on Abigail’s white Nike’s. “Yeah… I’m trying a new fundraising strategy. I should've been utilizing social media sooner, but you know I don’t like—”
The sound of sniffling made him look up. Abigail was covering her mouth with her hand, trying to hide her face, but Miller saw a tear slide down her cheek.
“Abigail, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Miller resisted the urge to wrap his arms around her.
“Yeah, I'm fine," she sniffled, but a sob rolled out. Miller took one last step until he was right beside her. The smell of her vanilla shampoo slammed into him.
“What is it? The only time I’ve seen you tear up is when you won our fantasy football league.”
That comment earned him a sad smile.
Then Abigail buried her face in her hands. “Miller, I’m so sorry. I just… I miss you and it’s not fair of me to miss you because I’m the one that broke things off.”
“Abigail—”
