Adrien
“Ididn’t sleep with those losers.”
What the hell was she talking about? I’d had to practically drag the information out of one of the guys in the office.
I lose my appetite and push my food away.
Sara sits there, finishing her French Toast and the last remaining drop of her coffee.
A million thoughts race through my brain. I’d been told by more than one person that she had moved on, and that I should do the same.
Long distance relationships are hard at the best of times. Add to it the fact that Sara would have had to hear about a job she had missed out on. We would have fizzled out or started arguing, then we would have broken up, eventually.
That’s what I’d been telling myself then, and to be fair, I would go through those same thoughts every time I thought about Sara.
I thought she’d moved on.
When I saw her at the conference not long after the move from across the room, all I’d wanted to do was go up to her, pull her to one side and show her what she was missing.
But I didn’t do that. Instead, I slipped my number to another blonde at the same conference and took her to my hotel room.
It was a four-day conference, and it was what happened at those things (much like high school) I knew word would get back to her. It turned out Sara was only be there for two days.
“Earth to Adrien,” she said, waving her hand in front of my face. “Your phone keeps ringing, jackass.”
I crash back into the present, look at my phone and see it’s Jenna, my assistant.
Hitting the red end call button to make it stop. I’m sure that must have surprised Sara.
“I see you’ve learned how not to answer calls. Who’s Jenna?” She asks, is that a hint of jealousy I detect?
“My assistant.”
“Right. Well, as fun as this has all been. I’d love to say it's been great catching up, but we both know that would be a lie. Look, it sounds like we both love Catherine and Bryan, and I don’t plan on ruining my best friend's wedding. So let’s just agree to be civil for the next three days.”
She pulls out her chair, ready to stand up.
“Sara, please don’t go,” I say, holding her hand across the table.
She closes her eyes and counts to ten.
She always does this when she needs to calm down.
“Look, Adrien, I think I just need some time on my own to process the fact that I’m going to be seeing you over the next couple of days.”
I look at her, really look at her. She looks defeated.
It feels like a punch to the gut, but I can see where she’s coming from. I know I’ve not handled this as well as I could have. I also know when Sara needs time to think, it’s best to give it to her. She will not listen to a thing you say otherwise.
I let go of her hand and she stands up from the table and walks away, for the second time in less than a day.
The old me would have chased after her until I made her listen to me. But this is the new me, and I’m trying to be an improvement on myself.
An email pings up on my phone.
TO: Adrien Banks
FROM: Jenna Michels