Jonathan couldn’t help the nervous bubble of laughter that came from his throat, a hand combing through his unruly hair as he felt something. He didn’t know what, but he felt the need to make himself look better, more presentable. It was funny, it was like he knew who was going to step out of the building at any second. If he were less of a man, he would have rather faced being wrong about seeing his ex-girlfriend (were they exes if they never technically broke up?) and ran off to save himself the embarrassment of seeing Nancy in person again-- but his mother raised him better than that. So there he stood, running his hand through his mop of hair one more time before wringing his hands together, counting down the seconds until he saw Nancy’s figure step through the front doors.
He cleared his throat to get her attention before she could walk away, not sure if she had seen him standing there or not. Even if she had, he couldn’t blame her if she decided that he no longer existed. Not after the way they had ended things-- or not ended things.
“Nance,” he called out softly, losing his voice as she turned toward him. “Hey, Nancy... You’re--”
He cleared his throat again, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest. She was still as beautiful as ever, not that he needed to see her again to know that.
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