Boring.
I scowled at that last word. That was mean and not true at all. I was sure she had some things about her that were exciting. I just didn’t know her very well.
As she parked the car and I followed her into the cafe, I began to wonder if the fact that I didn’t know her very well wasnormal.
We’d been dating for six months.
Six months!And I barely knew anything about her.
I’d known Cal for a few days, and he already knew what my favorite flowers were, how I liked my eggs, and that I boxed in my free time. He even seemed to be starting to get suspicious about my weird ability to see dead people.
I didn’t even think Joanna knew what my favorite color was. To be fair, I didn’t know hers either… though judging by her outfit, I would guess some shade of grey…
Cal’s favorite color was definitely black or red.
He had horrible taste in music, and he liked to cook. He also seemed to be interested in spooky shit. He was always going on about how much he loved my house, and he was genuinely the only person I ever met who actually seemed interested in learning how cremation worked.
“How do you take your coffee, Ryan?”
I shook my head, snapping myself out of my spiraling thoughts to find Joanna watching me expectantly as she tried to order me a coffee.
Cal wouldn’t have had to ask. He would have known I take my coffee black.
Cal didn’t drink coffee. He preferred tea with milk. No sugar.
‘Cause he was sweet enough already.
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Uhh, black. Thank you,” I muttered. She gave me a polite smile and completed the order. We took our drinks to one of the empty tables in the cafe.
It was independently owned and not too busy, so there were a few options to pick from. Joanna slid into a four-top, and I took the seat directly across from her.
“So,” Joanna started, taking a delicate sip of her coffee… or whatever it was she ordered. “You wanted to end our arrangement?”
I cleared my throat awkwardly and leaned back in my seat, suddenly feeling like an idiot.
“Uhm. Yeah. I think it’s for the best. I don’t feel like I’ve been fair to you.”
She blinked and cocked her head to the side.
“Why do you feel like you haven’t been fair to me?” she asked.
Well, that was a good fucking question…
“Uhm… well, I just. I barely ever message you. I don’t think I’m emotionally available. You deserve better.”
God, I felt like I was quoting lines from‘Break Ups for Dummies.’
She frowned, not like she was upset, but like she was processing what I had just told her.
“Is there someone else?”
I choked on my coffee. “What!? No! I mean… maybe. I don’t know. It’s really complicated. I didn’t cheat on you if that’s what you mean.”
Or… I didn’t think I did. I broke up with her before Cal sucked my dick… Did it count as cheating when he beat me off in the prep room? I hadn’t really had a choice in that, so I didn’t think so… though I didn’t really regret it happening… fuck I felt like an asshole.
“It’s okay, you know. If there’s someone else,” she said, and I almost choked on my coffee again.
