@sugcr
The photos the little fucking shit her brother had sent, didn’t do her justice. Lucille, in Negan’s opinion, was a goddamn vision. He might not believe in angels but if he did, he’d swear this woman was one, which somehow only made this all the more fucked up. He shouldn’t have come.
The small part of him that was still reeling about the fact that everything had been bullshit, screamed at him to pull the woman into a hug. His more rational side, reminded him that they were strangers, that the ‘relationship’ had simply been a fucked up joke. It wouldn’t be appropriate. Fuck, he definitely shouldn’t have come.
“Miss Wallace.” Reaching out he took her hand in his giving it a shake. This was fucking bizarre. This face had been his girlfriend for three months, but the woman herself? She hadn’t even known he’d even existed until a few days ago. He flashed a small glare at the blonde he was assuming was her brother, the fucking dickless toad, before focusing on the brunette once again. “Yeah, me fucking too.” A brief, forced, smile crossed his face, “I’m going to grab a coffee, would you like anything?”
He wanted to get this apology crap over and done with but he was being stared at by the waitress behind the counter. He figured a coffee to go could not only be drunk quickly, but also meant he could walk away at any time. Truth be told he couldn’t give a shit what the boy had to say, he’d just wanted to take the opportunity to meet Lucille in person before she vanished from his life. Pretty pathetic given the fact that they’d never actually spoken. Fuck, he really wished he hadn’t come.