Coffee and Croissants

Chapter 18

Wednesday morning arrived with Blair feeling even more miserable than she had on Monday night. Yesterday, she had broken it off with Noah. Knowing it was unfair to keep leading him on. Of course she felt even worse afterwards, seeing his hurt face by her saying that she was in love with someone else. She didn't mention that other person would never love her back now after what she did.

Now all she could do is wallow in her misery. She didn't see a plausible way to make Dan forgive him.

She felt so defeated by Dan's words. That they weren't friends and never had been. That cut her to the core. Especially coming from him, the nicest and most genuine guy she had ever loved.

She didn't even bother going to class. There was no point anymore. She had already made an appointment to see her academic advisor for next Monday morning to get transferred out of his class. She wouldn't torture herself by having to stare at him 3 days a week.

On Sunday morning, she decided she needed to get life back in order. So she went out for her weekly chocolate croissant and coffee. She padded along the cobblestone streets in pink ballet flats, black skinny jeans, and a striped boat neck tee. Her hair wound up in a bun atop her head.

When she got back home, she was decided. She couldn't keep dragging on like this. So she pulled out an old cardboard box from the storage closet and started filling it.

First, she put in the typewriter. Definitely didn't need that anymore. If she sold it for as much as she paid she could probably buy a pair of Manolos with the money.

Next, she set up another box and tossed in Inside and Introspective. Then she stood on her tiptoes to reach the top shelf of the bookcase to grab the Nenette movie ticket. Anything and everything Humphrey-related needed to go.

She headed into her closet and retrieved the pink "I Heart NYC" tee and grey hoodie from the night he helped her run away so she could get a divorce. Those got unceremoniously tossed in the box too. She was thought about any other souvenirs she had from the brief relationship of Dan and Blair. She couldn't think of any.

As she pulled out a roll of packing tape and began to lean down to tape the box shut (a temporary measure to make sure she didn't change her mind) she heard a knock.

She was still holding the tape in her hand as she opened the door. She could feel a bit of sweat glistening on her forehead. This better just be a package delivery.

Nope.

Dan.

She didn't know what to say. What was he doing here?

After a few moments, he said, "Can I come in?"

She hesitated but then opened the door for him to step in. He said, "You're moving?"

"What?" She said, confused. Then she saw he was looking at the boxes with wide eyes. "No." She said in a clipped tone. "Just getting rid of a few things."

She started towards the boxes, hoping to close them since they were still open, leaving their contents exposed but he got there first.

"The typewriter?" He said with horror.

"Yes, you liked it and anything Dan Humphrey likes does not belong in my apartment. Especially given the fact that we're not friends." She said it with a glare on her face in her coldest tone.

"Ha ha." He said sarcastically now moving towards the other box.

She started to close it. "Stop snooping Humphrey. Is that what you came over to do?" But he retrieved the copy of his book before she could tape it shut.