Chapter Two
“There you are. I almost didn’t recognize you. You look...” Rich pauses, as though uncertain how to continue.
“Like a mess, I know,” I think to myself, but he’s in no position to comment on it.
I don’t give him a verbal reply but give him a short nod “hello” instead as I take a seat.
Rich sits down across from me. It is mid-afternoon the following day, and the coffee shop we are sitting in is a far cry from the one where I had told him off. That place was a bit of a dive and had served run-of-the-mill coffee. This place was high-end with coffee names I can’t even pronounce. I am also pretty sure I saw a famous reality star ordering in front of me when I came in earlier.
Rich looks great, as usual. My attraction to him, even though our last meeting had been so sour, is stil
