I was packing up to leave for the day when Alex sent me a text asking if I’d be interested in meeting him for a drink after work. I hadn’t heard from him since we’d had breakfast at my mother’s house a few weeks ago and I almost didn’t respond because I was in such a bad mood, but then I figured a drink (or two or three) was exactly what I needed after having such a shitty week. We agreed to meet at a bar downtown not far from either of our offices and I walked there feeling more than a little excited at the thought of seeing Alex again. Even though he’d pissed me off during our first meeting, I’d gotten over that and actually hoped we could be friends.
I’d already had one drink and was nursing my second when Alex finally showed up. He’d sent another text earlier telling me he was running
