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"Friends, then?" Zola asked.
I looked up, this time genuinely surprised. "Really?"
Zola shrugged and smiled again. "I still think you're great, and it would be fun to get a beer every now and then when you're in town. As friends, of course. All the lawyers I know are dicks, so it's nice to have someone I actually like to talk shop with. Work for you?"
I nodded.
I reached in to give him a hug, and he tucked me close. There was nothing romantic about it. And it didn't feel strange at all. But it also made me feel even more acutely what I was currently missing in my life.
After finishing our beers and chatting about my upcoming job, we went outside.
"You let me know if you need anything," Zola said with another friendly hug. His hands lingered slightly around my waist, but otherwise there was nothing romantic about it.
"Thanks," I said as I adjusted the brim of my Mets cap. "Let me know if you're in Boston ever."
"I go up there every now and then," he said with a nod. "I'll see you, Skylar."
He got in his cab and left while I stood on the corner, thinking about what I wanted to do next.
I hated being this girl. I never wanted to be this girl. It was why I'd really only had one other relationship before Brandon, and why, when that crashed and burned, I avoided getting personal with anyone. And now that Brandon had broken down my walls and my heart in the process, here I was. Pathetic. Pining. Missing. Empty.
"Fuck that," I said out loud, startling a middle-aged woman walking her dog.
She walked faster. I stepped out to the curb and raised my hand for a cab home. It was time to pack up my stuff and get back to Boston. Distraction tactics weren't working this time, but that didn't mean they wouldn't the next. I just needed more extreme measures to get over Brandon Sterling.
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