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“And if I already have…made an offer, that is? If it’s too late to change the way she sees me?”
I don’t even knowhowshe sees me. All this is based on my own assumptions and the unwanted anxious emotions I can’t seem to shake off.
“What kind of an offer?” he questions, and I shake my head once. He readjusts in his seat. “You made an ass out of yourself or something?”
“Don’t ask.”
“You’re not giving me much here,” he mutters, and then a foul is made on the screen and the corner of the bar erupts with outrage that distracts us both for a moment.
It settles quickly enough.
He finally says, “Just talk to her. What’s the worst that could happen?”
That I lose her, obviously. The chance to have her fill this emptiness that’s been glaringly apparent slips through my fingers.
When the chips are gone and the game is over, I haven't decided what to send in a text. All I've decided is to wait until the next time rent is due.
MADDIE
My friend Suzette breezes into the café with a wide, bright smile on her face. It’s the kind that says she has good news, and God, I hope she does.
Even if it means I won’t have to go to Graham and ask for help anymore. Thoughts of him make my thighs tighten and a shiver of want runs down my shoulders. He has a little spell on me. I’m certain it’s because of my broken heart and hopeless ways with men. I need to shake it off. I need to shakehimoff.
I ignore the sharp feeling of regret at that thought. After Kevin, I’ve learned my lesson. But I can’t help it if I loved having Graham in my kitchen. It felt forbidden but familiar at the same time, like something we both needed. Almost like the broken window didn’t matter at all.
I loved every second of it, but it can only be a moment of my life. And now it’s time for me to move on.
Pushing those thoughts from my head, I stand up and wave at Suzette, returning her smile with the biggest one I can. “Hi! How are you?”
With wide steps that cause her red-soled heels to click on the floor, she comes over and gives me a quick hug, smelling like the fresh air outside and her hairspray. “How areyou? You looklike you’re doing so much better!” Her jet-black hair with a blunt bob and bangs pairs perfectly with her sharply cut dress that hugs her curves. She looks expensive, mostly because everything she touches is expensive. Her hug is nothing but warmth and compassion. Just like always. I might have bad luck with men, but with my friend group, it’s always been wonderful. All of them are married and they don’t have quite as much time as they used to, but still, I’m grateful I have good friends in my life.
We take our seats at the table and the barista brings us our coffees as we make small talk. It’s easy and Suzette updates me on her new place and what Julia and Kat have been up to. Suzette sips her coffee with an appreciative grin. The café is bustling at this hour of the morning, and the sound of other people chatting does something great for my nerves. At the counter, a guy is flirting with the barista, and she’s flirting back. Maybe I should’ve spent more time meeting men in cafés instead of…well in dire circumstances.
But then I wouldn’t be where I am now. Granted, being jobless and late on rent isn’t great. I can’t argue with the other parts of my life having abundance, though, and I’m grateful for that.
“Have you find your dream job yet?” Suzette asks when a moment of quiet passes.
“Not exactly, but soon.” I hold up crossed fingers. “I’ve been applying for jobs like my life depends on it.”
I’m not kidding. I must’ve applied for forty jobs since Graham left my kitchen last week. I’ve written and rewritten my resume twice as many times, trying to frame my charity board experience in the best light possible. It’s really too bad I can’t figure out a way to fit inproblem-solving by getting the hot rich man who owns my building to float me the rent,because that feels like a real achievement as well.
“Like your life depends on it,” Suzette shakes her head as she repeats what I’ve said, raising her eyebrows. “Doesn’t money always feel like that? I really think you should have called me sooner.”
I make a face at her. “I didn’t want to.” In truth, my friends are much better off in life than I am. But I’d never want to burden them. Even venting to Suzette felt wrong. I didn’t want her to take it the wrong way. A bottle of pinot will really open me up though.
“Why not?”
“Because I was such a mess before Kevin, and you had to...you know. You were there for all of that.”
“I wasgladto be there for all of that,” she says firmly. “That’s what being friends is for. Being there for one another even when things get shitty.”
I can feel it, all over again, how heartbroken, confused, and angry I was. That was a breakup that seemed to last forever. I would wake up in the morning and swear I was over it, and by evening I’d be calling Suzette again to vent just so I could hold back tears.
I hadn’t wanted to tell her what happened with Kevin, too, because in some ways it felt likemyfailure.
I don’t think that anymore.
It doesn’t make it easier to let other people see me when I’m down...again.