There was a large wave of guilt creeping upon him. Even when his words had been honest, Iker was more than aware she didn’t need to know. He had no right to put that kind of weight on her shoulders, not when neither of them was in a position to do something about it. Whatever laughter and chill moments they were having minutes ago, seemed to dissipate within the air like an old cloud of tension and confusion started to cover them. Iker wanted to shrink.
He kept his gaze down, focus on the coffee he had been drinking, quietly placed at the table. His heart was beating fast, jaw unconsciously tensed as he thought of what else to say. The fear of losing her all over again was coming to life, all because of him. When she finally spoke, his eyes immediately went to meet hers. Iker let her words float in the air before he shook his head once, straightening up on his seat, finally breaking his silence. “Nothing to figure out,” he started. Sabotaging himself all over again. “Sorry I said… what I said, I… Really, just forget about it. Old times crept in again, don’t…” he shrugged, exhaling. What else could he possibly say?
She stood up, the legs of her chair grazing the linoleum in her abrupt movement. It was better to leave, she thought. It was better to avoid the situation and let the ignition die out. To her, this was a sign that she was right to have never let her boyfriend convince her to visit her hometown. Up until now, that is. There’s a saying that you can never forget your first love, and particularly one that had been unfinished. For years she was unable to reach out. Assuming that chapter in their life was over. That time wasn’t aligning on their side. “I’ll see you around.” Her parting words leave her lips as she’s preparing to exit. Maybe they just weren’t ever meant to be more.
For the rest of the day, Abigail spent it showing her boyfriend all the places she spent time growing up. Some, feeling more bittersweet than others. Those places weighing heavy on her mind now that Iker’s confession seared a place into her thoughts. A few days passed, 48 hours, to be exact. She’d successfully avoid any questions regarding her past that involved Iker while simultaneously making sure not to be spotted by him herself. But you could only hide away for so long. Taking a detour from her art supply haul, she heard the faint sounds of chirping, piquing her interest. As she drew near, sighting a beautiful caged bird. She thought it was odd considering it was inside an art supply store, but the owner must have found a new pet. He was quite an eclectic fellow.Â
 “Hey, Joe?” She starts, staring at the birds, a soft smile growing across her features. “You partnering with Petco or something?” She was teasing, expecting the footsteps she hears to be him before turning around to be faced with Iker. “—O-oh. I thought you were, um” She shakes her head, straightening up a bit and trying to focus her eyes elsewhere. “So, how long has Joe had this bird? The last time I was here, he had an iguana.” Nice one Abi, ignore the fact you’ve dodged him for two days and casually talk up animals. Great idea.
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