On a weekday morning, I took the blended perfume samples to meet Elliott. He’d sent me an unfamiliar address.
The meeting place was a dessert shop. The name looked vaguely familiar. Only after entering the private room and seeing the familiar decor did I remember – this was one of the places Elliott and I had dated.
“Jolene, I ordered you orange soda and macarons. Do you need anything else?” Elliott sat on the sofa, seemingly devoid of any resentment towards me. It was as if we were just friends who had recently met, but had already slept together.
“No, thank you.” I sat opposite him, taking out several small bottles. “I’ve prepared three variations, as you requested.”
At that moment, the waiter knocked and entered, placing two cakes, two glasses of juice, and a small plate of snacks b
