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"Please give Ms. Bridgette Harby a warm welcome!" a round of applause followed shortly after the entrance to my book signing. I wave to the crowd as I take my seat at my table; I slightly adjust my book before I talk to the first fan.
"Hi, who do I make it out to?" I say taking the book.
"Harrison, Harrison smith."
I look up shocked to see the man who was once my best friend standing before me. What was he doing here? Why now? You always thought since he stopped contacting you that he had moved on to bigger and better things. One thing is for sure, you don't stop talking to your best friend for years, I guess the NFL draft changes a person.
"It's great to see you here in Minneapolis. How have you been?" He asks me.
He has a lot of balls coming here acting like everything is fine.
"I'm doing great, as you can see I'm a best selling author. Here's your book." I say coldly
"I'm glad things are working out for you, I know how much you wanted to be in this very spot. Thanks for the book." He says with hurt in his face.
Part of me didn't want him to leave, but how could I instantly forgive him for brushing off a friendship? I tried to shake the feeling of chasing after him. After all I did cherish that friendship, but apparently he didn't.
Hours have passed and I just signed the last person's book. I thank the small book shop's owner, I gather my things and brace myself for the evening's cold breeze.
I begin to walk down the street aimlessly before deciding to head to a small cafe. I could really use a coffee after the day I've had.
I enter heading straight toward the counter.
"A medium vanilla latte and a blueberry muffin please."
"Coming right up miss."
I stand by the counter waiting for my order. The cafe was near empty, a college kid in the corner on his laptop, two girls enjoying a coffee and a chat; the place was quiet. As I'm waiting I hear the bell above the door ring causing me to look up.
It was him.
I avert my attention to my phone pretending I didn't see him.
"I didn't think I would see you again, especially not twice in one day." He says with a weak chuckle.
"Me either, I'm sorry about the way I acted earlier. It was uncalled for." I say looking up from my hands.
"I understand, I would be upset too if my best friend lost contact with me. I would like to apologize for that, not exactly my best moment."
"Thank you for that, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to hear those words." I smile at him. We grab our orders and take a seat at a table.
"I missed you, a lot. There was times I all I wanted to do was call you." He says grabbing my hand.
I turn away blushing.
"You knew I still would've answered. Why didn't you call?" I say slightly furrowing my eyebrows.
"Once I got drafted it seemed as if my world turned upside down. I couldn't tell up from down, by the time I got situated with my career I felt like it was too late. I knew I already lost you, that was the worst feeling I've ever experienced in my entire life. I can't imagine how it must've felt for you. At that point I felt you were better off without me messing up your life." He said fidgeting with our hands.
"And here I am thinking it was because you became a big shot NFL star. I had it all wrong, I just wanted to be mad at you for leaving and not calling. I am the one who should be sorry." I say rubbing the back of his large hands with my thumb.
"I'm glad I got to see you again." He said smiling shyly.
"Me too." A comfortable silence fell over us.
"Do you want to get out of here?" He asked breaking the silence.
I smiled grabbing my things and standing up. We walked into the night, street lamps guiding our way. The stars twinkle, the trees sway ever so slightly, the breeze dances around us. I smile up at him knowing this was how it was meant to be.
"Friends?"
"Always." He says pulling me closer.
We were finally together again.
