“Are you worried I’m going to get something wrong?” Without him knowing, they slipped back into their old banter. She reached into her bag, found a pad and pen and held them up. “Do you feel better now?”
“Yes, different.” He pressed his back against the chair. “A challenge.” His smile let the tooth peek out, while seventeen years caused the little wrinkle at corner of his eye to appear. “You know, I have some meetings here the rest of this week.”
“Should I be writing this down?” She clicked the pen twice, trying to stop herself from reading more into this.
“Not unless you’re writing down your address so I know where to pick you up for dinner tomorrow night.”
Everything stopped. Even if only in her mind, for that second the world froze. The constant clink of dishes ceased, the bustling wait staff stood motionless.
Back in the school hallway when he had invited her out, he used a similar assumptive close. He turned to her and asked what time he should get her Friday night.
Though the years had diminished the pain, to this day every now and again, she wondered what would have happened if took her out rather than succumbing to the pressure of his friends and parents. She’d been nothing but a project when she wanted to be a girl.
Here together, they repeated history, but not in his eyes. She couldn’t blame him for not knowing her. She’d changed her name, changed her looks, but never managed to change her heart.
She always wondered.
Maybe she always wished.
Was she handed another chance to get her heart ripped to shreds, or had she just received the ultimate do-over?
“Excuse me for a moment.” She pushed her chair back and walked away.