I hadn’t seen him in ten years, but that didn’t change anything.
He was still his bouncy old self, practically hopping to and fro as we walked to the small coffee shop around the corner to reminisce about the day we met, and everything after that. He was a talker, as I soon was reminded on our little jaunt along the semi-crowded streets of our hometown.

After we reached the shop and managed to get a table, he went on a long speech about our first date, to which I nodded and laughed at the appropriate times. He obviously didn’t comprehend that these were conversational only, and that I listened only enough so I wouldn’t get caught not paying attention.

As I had no intention of sitting with that annoying personality for too much longer, I invented a quick excuse. I told him I had a doctor’s appointment, something I couldn’t cancel, which he, reluctantly and with quite the childish and pouty expression, accepted.