His eyebrow rose as he waited for me to respond.
I looked down at my rice and back to him, terrified for half a second that he wouldn’t be there. But he was. He moved as a customer accidentally bumped into him, muttering an apology before moving on.
“I’m sorry?” I asked.
“Eating alone?”
My heart throbbed at the sound of his voice. It was exactly as I had remembered. I pressed my lips together, and then smiled as tears clouded my vision.
“Pathetic, isn’t it?” I asked past the lump in my throat.
“Oh, I don’t know. I think it’s kind of romantic.”
THE END