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Yeah, I’ve already done that,I thought, rising from the floor. And look where it got me.
As if I didn’t have enough to contend with, I couldn’t get Andrew out of my head.
I saw a pair of friends walking down the street and felt the pang of loss. I would hear someone reveling in their food choice and would remember Andrew’s reverence for the art of eating. He even showed up on my “People You May Know” on social media one day.
So, of course, I stalked him the next day.
Against my will, of course.
It was surprisingly easy; I didn’t even have to friend-request him. His profile was up for the world to see. Under his “About” section, he listed Writer as his profession. I smiled to myself.
I quickly scrolled through his profile pictures. It seemed like he changed them every six months or so. In one of them, he was with a group of well-dressed men. In another, he was taking a bite out of a four-patty burger. I smiled. Glad some things never change.
As I scrolled down his page, I noticed the same woman writing on it. Sadie Johnson. Who is this woman? I frowned at her photo. She had big, brown eyes, smooth, dark skin, hair down to her waist (probably weave, I thought scathingly, though I couldn’t be sure), and a heart-melting smile. In one photo, she was barefoot with oven mitts, wearing an apron stretched across a sizable chest. I looked down at my own chest and glowered.
She was with Andrew in many of his wall photos, smiling brightly at the camera or up at him. In some of the photos, he was smiling back at her. She was a little bite-sized version of a woman, all legs despite her height. I could see them doing cutesy things like baking together and having housewarming parties. She can’t be taller than like, 5’3”, I thought to myself. She probably fits right in the crook of his arm. I hate her.
Suddenly, my computer chirped. I jumped a little and stared at the bottom of the screen. A message.
Couldn’t resist, huh?
I frowned and then rolled my eyes as I recognized the photo and the tone.
But he couldn’t possibly know that I was on his page, could he?
I took a deep breath before responding. Couldn’t resist what?
Adding me.
I looked to the top of his profile and saw the checkmark next to Friends. I groaned aloud. No wonder I could see all of his photos. We were already friends!
Catalina,I thought grimly. She did seem pretty intent on doing something on my computer last night. I must have left my page open.
Catalina did it. I rolled my eyes again though he couldn’t see it. She had my computer the other night. Must have done it then.
Lucky me.
My heart picked up speed. Lucky him? What does that mean?
I’ve been thinking about the last time we talked. I was an asshole, and I’m sorry. Truce?
I sighed. He feels lucky that he got a chance to apologize. It’s nothing more.Truce. It’s funny, I was just thinking about you.
Good thoughts, I hope.
I rolled my eyes again. He just can’t help himself.I was thinking about how you never looked at anyone the way you look at food. Is that still a thing?
Yes. I’ve even joined a group of like-minded individuals. It’s called People Against People Who Are Against Loving Your Food. We meet at lunch.
Charming.
I thought so.
ANYWAY……What’s new with you?
Not much. He paused, and I grumbled to myself. You’d think that he would have taken a typing class by now, for God’s sake.Going through some stuff.
Going through some stuff?
