It was a Saturday that the ex and I had broken up,
and by Monday morning, though I was by NO
means "over" the breakup, I was feeling ever so
slightly hopeful; or at least looking forward to a fun
breakfast with a friend.
One of my male coworkers was (is) like a brother
to me; we were hired on at the restaurant around
the same time, and over the six and a half years
until this point in the story, he and I had become
close and occasionally planned a breakfast outing
to catch up on the events of each other's lives. A
week prior to this aforementioned Monday, he and
I had planned to meet for breakfast at the
restaurant where we worked - only I got called
into work when another waitress went home sick. I
didn't know it at the time, but this was a game-
changing move. One of those moments where the
Universe intervenes because that particular event
wasn't in keeping with the greater plan.
YOU ARE READING
Story of my life
RomanceStory of my life is not copied....even story of my life is a song LOL....XD :)