Aug 13, 2018
( closed starter for @verenaaragon )
Morris sat in the diner Vera asked for him to visit, awaiting her arrival. He made an effort to be patient; he never understood why sometimes she wouldn’t simply tell him what was on her mind. However, if he was being honest, he wasn’t certain whether he was quite ready to hear what was on her mind now that she’d called him up to talk. “Already here,” he notified her through a text message. He looked around. It was strange. The two couldn’t even meet in the Chill & Grill, he observed, but a diner that meant nothing to them. It was so impersonal, though he figured it was the best either of them could manage at this point: back to square one.