The morning after my tumultuous dinner with Sam, I woke up feeling a mix of emotions. Relief that I had finally closed that chapter of my life, guilt for canceling on Tom, and anxiety about the conversation I knew I needed to have with him. As I sipped my morning coffee, I decided it was time to face the music.
Taking a deep breath, I dialed Tom's number. He picked up on the second ring.
"Stella, hey," Tom's warm voice came through the line. "Everything okay?"
"Hi Tom," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "Yeah, everything's fine now. Listen, I was wondering if you're free for coffee today? There's something I'd like to talk to you about."
There was a brief pause before Tom responded, a hint of concern in his tone. "Sure, I can make time. The usual place in about an hour?"
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