Sullivan
I watch her run away, glued to my seat.
Get up!
Go after her!
But I can't seem to make myself move. This didn't go the way I imagined it would at all. In my mind I'd always pictured us talking about the night of the Christmas party in a controlled environment. We would laugh remembering how hot we were for one another, then we'd admit we both had feelings for each other, ending with a f*****g replay of what happened that night.
The only thing I can do is beat my palm against the steering wheel. Why didn't I go after her?
Inhaling deeply, I grab up the food and take it over to one of the homeless men who uses our square as his home. I've completely lost my appetite. Irritated beyond belief, I start up the car and head toward the apartment complex I call home.
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