“I-I’m sorry,” I stuttered like an i***t. I hadn’t been face-to-face with her in a decade. And I just smacked right into her.
“It’s okay,” she softly said and smoothed down her dress.
John skidded to a halt once he caught up to me. He reminded me of a cartoon character.
“Oh s**t, sorry.” He looked between the two of us. “Hey, V. Long time, no see.”
She started to reply but was cut off by Lindsay.
“Hey, guys! Oh my gosh, this is so exciting! Isn’t it so crazy to see everyone?” She seemed to be intoxicated—from alcohol and from excitement of seeing everyone from our past.
“Yes, it’s definitely something,” my ex-girlfriend replied, sounding as proper as ever.
Lindsay carried on and it was almost a shock to me how nonchalant she was being. It was as if she had completely forgotten about
