It's been three days since I had my date with Claire. For some reason, I just couldn't bring myself to face her after I walk out on her. My mind keeps telling me that she is somehow mad at me for ditching her in the middle of our intimate moment. Or maybe she's thinking that I'm a p***y and doesn't have the balls to do it and have s*x with her.
It's difficult to avoid her, I have a weekly wine delivery to the town and the diner is one of my top customers.
"Mr. Mancini, my favorite customer!" Same old, same old, Fred is always happy and eager to see me, or should I say happy to have his weekly ration of wine.
"Nice to see you too, Fred," I gladly replied. "Can I get the usual?"
"Claire, your boyfriend is here," he yelled. "Kindly give your man the usual!"
She simply s
