Fix You

chapter two

After a few moments of standing in complete silence, Adrian began to talk. "I had no idea you were here."

Ricky shrugged, trying his best not to look like he was happy to see her. "Yeah. Just moved on 136th Street. I'm one of the heads now."

Adrian awkwardly nodded. "Uh, I live around there, too. Um, how have you been? I've heard about your father."

"Okay." He lied. He didn't need pity from this woman. He didn't need anything from her.

She knew when he was lying. He was stupid to ever try to lie to her. Realizing it wasn't her place to get mad about being lied to, she just shrugged. "I've been okay myself, too."

She lied too. She also knew he would know. It was crazy after all these years apart, they still knew each other like the back of their hand.

"You want to talk about it?" Ricky asked. He knew she was with Omar. He knew she moved on. He needed to move on as well. He couldn't help but wonder why Adrian was this different.

"I don't think that would be a good idea." Adrian bit her lip, trying her hardest not to show emotion.

"Um," Ricky wanted to say something just so they could continue looking at each other, and just being there. "How's Omar?"

"I don't know." Adrian simply answered and began swaying side to side. "Um, I should head home now."

"No!" Ricky said a little louder than anticipated. He stopped talking loud. "I mean, do you wanna get something to eat?"

"Whew," Adrian fake wiped her forehead. "I was convinced you would say a drink."

"I don't drink." They said in unplanned unison.

They both started laughing. Adrian finally stopped. "I'd like to get something to eat."

"Me too," Ricky signaled to her bags. "Would you like me to carry those?"

"No," Adrian said colder than she planned. "My car's right over there. Why are you just wearing a sweater? I'm wearing a coat and I'm still cold."

"Didn't buy a winter jacket yet." Ricky answered.

"We can drive to his cute cafe just by my place. Well, it's a bar but I consider it a cafe so it doesn't sound weird." Adrian lead them to her SUV.

Ricky waited for her to unlock the doors before he hopped in.

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Ricky watched as she dug into her turkey sandwich. He ordered a salad for himself. He was making healthier choices for the past year. Not that her choice wasn't healthy. Turkey was full of protein and one of the most healthy meat a person could eat.

"So," Adrian finished chewing. "How's John?"

"He's doing great," Ricky started thinking about his son. John was now eight years old and in the third grade. He was very bright for his age. "He's in the third grade now."

"That's good."

"What have you been doing these past few years?" He asked her.

"I work at one of the top law firms now. Big building in Brooklyn. So that's fun." Adrian felt herself smile as she recalled her accomplishments.

"It's what you've always wanted to do right?"

"Yeah. I can't picture myself doing anything else. I really-" she was cut off by her phone ringing. "Sorry."

She answered it. "Hello?"

"Baby, it's me." She groaned. She didn't want to speak to Omar right now.