Love Me Again

Starbucks?

Rebecca

My alarm caused me to groan, and I slowly got out of bed and into the shower. After about an hour or two of talking to Marshall he had made me agree to meet up with him. Throughout the whole night all I could think about was our conversation, so many damn emotions.

I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my body and picked up my phone when I saw a text light up on the screen.

We still haven't decided where we're meeting up. - M.

Typical us right? - Rebecca.

You know it, remember our first date? -M.

I laughed at the memory, he asked me to go on a date with him with absolutely no idea of where we were going.

Of course I do. - Rebecca.

So I was thinking we could meet up at the Starbucks by our old apartment? - M.

Alright. See you there. - Rebecca.

I walked over to my closet and stared blankly at all my clothes hanging there, waiting to be worn.

Jesus Christ what am I going to wear?

A dress?

In the middle of December? I think not.

I sighed and picked out a plain white v-neck t-shirt and dark jeans, and my favorite sweater with a small alien head in the corner right.

Quickly putting on my clothes, I jogged out the door with a bagel in one hand and my car keys in the other, started my car and headed to Starbucks.

-

As I walked into Starbucks the smell of coffee filled my nostrils and I sighed, searching the room with my eyes looking for Marshall.

Marshall

As the door opened my eyes immediately widened, it was Rebecca.

Her looks had changed so much.

Her hair was shoulder length, shorter than it was before, and her dull blue eyes were now lighter. She's lost a lot of weight, she looked prettier.

Her eyes scanned through the room, looking for me. I waved my hand as her eyes scanned my area of the room and she looked confused but walked over. I then realized I was disguised.

As she quickly walked over I stood up and took off my sunglasses. She smiled widely at me and bear hugged me so hard I fell with her on top of me, causing a little too much attention.

"Oops." She breathed, a hit of amusement in her voice.

"I've missed you too, thanks for knocking me over, Bec." I laughed.

But this was what I've wanted

since I walked out that door and left that note.

Starbucks was our memory place.

and was now our reunion place.