He left before I came out of my room again. Or rather, I didn't come out of my room until I heard him and his friend leave. But he must have asked Sabrina about me, because I got a Friendster request from him the next day. And a message asking for the name of the fair- trade coffee bean store.
We bantered a little through messages, and he invited me to a coffee and chocolate pairing event he'd read about in Park Slope. It was a Sunday afternoon, which somehow felt safe and non- date- y, and I had nothing else to do, so I went.
It would be a lie to say I didn't think about you at all. In fact, I thought about you a lot. But interspersed, there were moments of fun. Of jokes. Of coffee almost coming out of Tom's nose because he was laughing so hard at one of the descriptions of the pairings. It was the best time I'd had in months. Well, the best time I'd had in months sober.
So when he asked me out for dinner a week later, I said yes. He wasn't you, but he was clever, he was handsome, he made me laugh... he wanted me. And he made me forget about you, at least for a little while.
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the spark we lost
FanfictionWe've known each other for almost half our lives. I've seen you smiling, confident, blissfully happy. I've seen you broken. wounded lost. But I've never seen you like this.
