"When did you breakup?"
"A few months ago." Right before I went to rehab. He's still in love with old Iris. He still wants her back. He texts every so often. Sometimes, I give into my loneliness and text him back.
I miss him. He wasn't a great boyfriend. He certainly wasn't a good influence.
But he…
He was fun. For that Iris.
"Who did the dumping?" Walker sets his drink down. He leans close, intrigued.
"Hard to say exactly."
"Oh?" He raises a brow.
"You really don't date."
"I told you."
"You're asking all the wrong questions."
"You mean girls don't get wet talking about their exes?"
"Not usually."
"Shit. I better make a note." He pulls a marker from his pocket, uncaps it, and scribbles on his arm. Don't ask babes about their exes.
"Or their moms."
He adds or their moms. "I appreciate the tips."
"Uh-huh."
He caps the marker. His eyes find mine. They're bright. Joyful. "Really."
He's a fun guy.
More fun than Ross.
Certainly better in bed.
Certainly more interesting.
"Was he your mistake?" He takes another sip.
I follow suit. I'm already halfway done with this coffee. I can order more. The price is a crime, but I have plenty saved, and I have my stipend, and my parents are more than willing to offer money anytime I need it. Even after everything.
"Is that a no?"
"I don't know. That's a hard question. The person I was then was happy with him."
"And who was she?"
"Someone else."
"When did you breakup?"
"On Christmas."