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Friendly Drinks - Part 2: Rendezvous

Ok, so what now? The train is quite literally leaving the station. And so am I.

I’ve been thinking about this meeting for, like, the last five days now. I’ve been trying to decide what I want to say to him for five fucking days and here I am, closing on these turnstiles, still as clueless as I was when...oh shit...where did I put that ticket?

Right, this is going to take a more thorough search than first thought so let’s move out of this queue. Don’t you sigh at me, you dick. How much of a hurry can you possibly be in that this six second delay to your day has put you out? Especially since you cruised up the escalators, you fat prick.

God I hate digging through this thing. How much of the crap in this handbag do I ever even use? Better safe than sorry I suppose. Oh, there it is. Right where I’ve never once put it before. That makes sense. I didn’t even know it had that pocket.

Ok, take a breath, calm yourself, regain your composure. You’re back on street level now and the pub’s just round here - but I’ll just take a seat for a second. There’s no rush. He’s probably not even there yet and this is definitely not a scenario I want to approach without sufficient nicotine in my system.

Light, draw deep, exhale slowly...it’s not helping, not even a little bit.

How did I get myself into this situation? How do I always seem to get myself into this situation? I like him - that’s not even the issue, of course I like him - but...but there’s always that ‘but’.

If only we could just go back, go back to when we just liked each other. Before...

‘You got a light, sweetheart?’

‘Uh, yeah, sure.’

This is as good a time as any to head on. I get my lighter back and head round the corner. There it is. Just head right in there now, suck it up.

It’s not too busy, shouldn’t be too hard to...there he is. And he’s spotted me. No way out now. Do I want a way out?

His eyes are wide and he actually gulped as he stood up to greet me. Good grief, who gulps nowadays outside of cartoons? God, he really can be adorable every now and then. I kiss him and step back, his voice cracks slightly;

‘Hi’ he warbles.

Ok, deep breath. Here goes.

Read part one here
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