If Cristian was honest, he knew he was a bit of an asshole. He deserved every insult being throw at him in what was admittedly a very public and very vocal dressing down. It was hardly the first time he’d been late to a date, but apparently it also was to be the last.
Cristian was almost by definition a workaholic. Employed by one of the most prominent political figures in the city, Cristian’s life was often spent at another’s side— and not his lover’s. He found working as a personal assistant rewarding on many levels, and genuinely enjoyed his job, however to say it was demanding was an understatement. He worked long hours without a set schedule. A life essentially dictated by his employer’s.
As a result, his social life was near nonexistent. Over the years what had begun as a beautiful and promising relationship has slowly wilted, not able to compete with the priority Cristian had placed on his career. It hadn’t been fair to his now ex-partner, and Cristian was painfully aware of it. He wasn’t even in denial, but had selfishly let himself become even more consumed with his work, not sure how he would ever fix what seemed to be surely headed for disaster. Being dumped wasn’t a surprise. It had only been a matter of when, not if. It was embarrassing that it had to happen in such a public space— their table tucked into the corner of a restaurant not feeling nearly as cozy or private as the personal assistant wished at the moment. No, instead he was well aware of the small audience they’d accumulated. Cristian apologized profusely when given the opportunity and offered to not go back to their flat for the remainder of the night— perhaps the only reason he hadn’t had a drink thrown on him, or worse. He knew his words meant little by the end of the conversation though. Things between them were over.
The moment he found himself alone at the table he finally took a seat, his knees almost giving out from the stress of it all. He wasn’t quite sure if it was purely emotional exhaustion or the four blocks he’d ran prior in his dress shoes as he tried to make up for his horrific tardiness. Cristian reached for a water glass innocently set at the table and took a long sip, his other hand loosening his tie enough to feel slightly more at ease. No tears fell despite his mood, a headache clouding his vision as he tried to begin processing just what had transpired.
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