I don’t care that he’s walked past our table twice and hasn’t so much as glanced my way.
When he returns from the restroom, I drop my napkin onto the floor directly in his path. He steps over it without hesitation.
I feel invisible, questioning reality as I did at his doorstep.
“Don’t be so obvious,” Mel says. “It was a one-night stand. He’s found someone else, you should too.”
“I don’t need a man.”
“Right, so this awkward, putting-yourself-in-his-way routine isn’t because you’re desperate for attention.”
Now I wish I was drunk. I can’t stomach Mel’s voice another second.
Stay tuned for “J” tomorrow!