I see him years later, in a remote city, when he slides into the empty seat at my cafe table. “Hi.”
A sensation like hot liquid shoots through my torso and arrives, aflame, in my cheeks. I pray it doesn’t show. “Hi.”
Small talk ensues. I effect serene composure and try not to stammer.
“What have you been up to?” he asks.
“Well, I got engaged,” I lie, holding his gaze.
He blinks. “Wow.” A flash of white teeth. “Me too.”
– Mirla CristeI

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