I didn't stop walking. It wouldn't do me any good to turn around and run to the street like a coward; sooner or later, we had to see each other. And it was best to talk at once, to get through this once and for all.
But that didn't make it any easier. I could feel his gaze on me, and on my body. I had dressed simply, wearing yoga pants and an old t-shirt. I had gone to the café, not far from here, so I hadn't dressed up much. I didn't even have any makeup on, and my glasses were probably crooked. I tried to adjust them discreetly, trying not to show how nervous I was.
He looked so perfect that I couldn't help but feel at a disadvantage. His body was now bigger. He hadn't lost his tan either, but now his hair was darker, its brown color turning to black. He looked handsome, and I regrette
