the second time we met
fast forward a year and I’m back working at the same waterpark as the previous summer. I’d broken up with my boyfriend about six months prior after he tried to hit me with a car. despite my best efforts to avoid any and all contact with said psycho ex, he still ended up coming to work for the same waterpark as me. on the brightside, so did Cole. I was walking with my boss and we walked into the breakroom and there he was, sitting at the picnic tables with a uniform and an orientation booklet. now I hadn't had any contact with him after that one night where he’d told me I looked like ice cream but I still somehow instantly recognized him. immediately, without even thinking I blurted out, “now YOU‘RE going to look like neapolitan ice cream!” of course I failed to realize that he was so drunk that night that he did not in fact remember ever saying that to me or even who I was so all I did was embarrass myself and confuse the boy.