❝ ---So....what the fuck are you doing here? ❞ He can’t HELP that foul words leave lips. It’s just that, well? He didn’t think he’d run into her. Sure, he had HEARD that she still lived in New York but, there was a MILLION places she could be. He hadn’t figured her for lingering around Harlem. They had BOTH made something of their lives, and Alex had also skillfully destroyed a marriage since he left her. A marriage that HE thought would bring him happiness---what can he say? They weren’t on the same page about things, and she never REALLY wanted to settle down. It was REALLY his fault he had been too impetuous, and even his friends saw the two of them failing. A thing, that only FUELED his desire to get married, and quite stupidly so. Now here he is half a decade later as he holds coffee in hand, and expression is one of astonishment.
❝ Shit---I’m sorry... ❞ boyish smile have lips curve upwards as he goes to shift coffee in hands, ❝ I just...uhmm If I’m being honest? I didn’t think I’d see you... ❞ Alex eyes are ALREADY doing the once over. A habit it seems that he was NEVER cured of. Fuck, she looks good--looks HAPPY even? No, maybe content. He can’t help but think that this is a LITTLE bit of fate stepping in, ❝ So wait--- H O L D on I’ve gotta hear how you’ve been doing... walk with me to the subway? ❞ It’s a LAME attempt to continue the conversation but, if she has places to be he doesn’t want to hold her up. He’s still wearing his wedding ring more of a habit than anything else.
// @ailingheart