“Yeah, I know. I was there.” Zane mutters half under his breath, shaking his head. Dillon had a point, but that didn’t mean that their breakup didn’t hurt. He should be used to people abandoning him by how, he thinks, swallowing thickly for a moment as he attempts to push the thoughts away. There was as reason he didn’t let himself get too attached to people, but somehow, Dillon had managed to get under his skin.
“Oh? That’s…that’s great. Congrats.” Zane dreamed of owning his on place someday, but for now, he was happy with his job at the diner and his food truck. “I’m fine. Great. Still working at Sunny Side Up…and I opened a food truck last year.” He adds, pausing to lean back against the side of his truck. “You want to talk? Then talk, Dillon.”
Deciding to ignore the other about the small comment he had just made, Dillon just tried to think of the way to bring everything up without making him abandoning Zane like he was a super dick head. He was a dick head for leaving, but he wasn’t a super dick head because he had a good reason, at least to him. He just hated that he broke the heart of the only man he really truly loved.
“Thanks, I love it here so I decided to come back.” He said, trying to make it seem like he came back for the job so he didn’t look so pathetic in front of Zane, at least more than he already did. “Wow, a food truck? That’s awesome. Do you enjoy it?” He asked him. “Yeah, I want to talk. Do you want to go get some coffee or should we just kind of do it right here?”