So, I went back into my apartment. I fumbled through my clothes to find just a simple T-Shirt and sweats. I made my way through the bustling LA Metro area to Starbucks. I walked in and my barista greeted me with the usual “Hey Guh” “Hey,”I mumbeled effortlessly. So He got my usual, a Venti White Chocolate Frappuchino and we sat down to talk. He asked me what was up with me. Of course, you can’t really lie in a suitation like this. So I told him. He stared back at my every word. Which was rather belittling.

So time passed and he finally looked at me and said, “You still love him. Don’t you?”

Flabbergasted, I shyly looked up at him, Nodding.

“He wants me to see him this weekend.” I told him.

His eyes grew wide with amazement. “You’re gonna see him…Right????”

“Well Of Course I am. And If he comes in here you don’t say a word. Understand?”

It took him a minute. But he agreed…