I had ordered the steak sandwich for lunch when Tom H raised an eyebrow at me but said nothing. When we dated, I was a vegetarian.
"So, Tom, tell me a bit about yourself," I said, smiling sweetly at Tom H.
"Well, Tara, I'm an actor-" Tom began.
"Oh no, no, I meant personally, silly. Like, relationships with past girlfriends. That kinda thing. I know ALL about you and your career," I winked at Tom C and he chuckled. Tom H blushed and cleared his throat.
"Well, four years ago, my girlfriend of three years broke up with me, no calls, no texts, nothing. She just walked out of my apartment, telling me to call her when I was sobered up. I didn't think she ever wanted to see me again after what I did, so I gave her the space she needed," He choked up and I felt a stab of guilt. "Anyway," he continued, "I went to a bar last night and I saw her there. She was just beautiful and I thought I had gotten over her, after so much pain, but seeing her there..." He blinked away tears. "I'm sorry. Will you excuse me?" Rubbing his eyes, he stood up and hurried to the bathroom.
"Oh, shit. The poor guy. He has it bad for this girl. Do you mind if I go after him?" I shook my head no, and Tom C rushed after Tom H. I felt tears welling in my eyes, and I blinked them back. I put my head in my hands and I felt my shoulders start to shake. I couldn't seem to stop and before I knew it tears were pouring down my cheeks.
