Trying Hard to Ignore You

Spilling to Strangers

I'm sitting here staring at the credits of the movie.

I'm hungry and irritated.

The seat next to me sinks down.

"It's really not real?"

I look up.

The guy from earlier is back.

I ignore him, clicking out the credits. I close the site and shut down my laptop.

"What are you doing?" He asks.

I sigh harshly.

"I'm trying hard to ignore you." I say, pissy.

He stays quiet for a minute.

"Will you tell me what happened with your fiancé?"

God, he doesn't get the message!

I stand up, shoving my laptop into my carry on, and walk away without a word. He follows me.

I walk into the girls bathroom and shut the door.

I go pee and wipe and flush and wash my hands, and then I stand there in the stall and close my eyes, the memories of what happened earlier flooding my brain like tsunami.

My heart aches.

I take a deep breath, shove the feelings down, and walk out the bathroom.

He's standing there waiting for me.

"What kind of car do you drive?" He asks.

"A ford." I say.

He stops walking.

I keep walking. He jogs to catch up with me.

"A ford? How many miles does it have?"

"I think ninety thousand something." I grumble, walking into the Wendy's here.

"You better be careful. Another ten thousand and your transmission is going to give out."

"Yeah, you're probably right." I mumble, thinking of the man who sold the car to me.

I order food.

"Anything else?" The lady asks.

I open my mouth to say no when Spencer opens his mouth and orders food.

"That will be $16.23."

Pissed, I start pulling my card out of my wallet when Spencer swipes his card.

"No, I-"

The receipt starts printing.

"Is something wrong?" The woman asks.

"No, she's just grouchy because our fight got delayed." Spencer smiles. He takes the receipt from her and walks to the waiting counter.

I walk over to him.

"What the hell?" I snap. "I don't have cash to pay you back. You couldn't wait one second?"

"I don't want you to pay me back." He says. "I think the words you're looking for are thank you."

"Thanks." I half growl, grabbing my drink from the lady. I fill it with coke and sit down at a table while Spencer grabs the food.

He walks over to me and sits down.

"I guess you could call this a date." He says, handing me my burger and fries.

"This is not a date."

"Because you're engaged."

"I'm not engaged." I grumble.

He stops talking and we just eat in silence.