frankymiller:
Frank had been real dumb to imagine he wouldn’t run into Vivi but to do some in his first week there was some karma that he had going on. He thought about leaving the place, going away, and not stepping foot at the place ever again. But how rude would that be? Frank was many things but rude wasn’t one of them. He didn’t want to make small chat with Vivi either. The day that he signed the divorce, last time they saw each other, he told himself that was it, they were done. He didn’t want to see her again, but he had moved all the way from California to her town so if that didn’t say something… Well, there wasn’t really running from it.
“I’ll have the house brew, medium, please. No sugar.” How douchebag was that? Even Frank felt bad that the first words he was telling her after this long was a coffee order. He tried to look away from her as he fetched for his card in his wallet. “I should have known I’d end up running into you…” He says quite ironically.
She wasn’t sure what she was expecting him to say, but she wasn’t expecting that. And that hurt more than she thought she could take. Her eyes began to burn as she fought off the urge to cry at his impersonal and condescending tone. But she tried to let her expression stay loose and calm.
“Yeah, definitely.” Her hands shook as she input his order into the register. “I’ll get you a to go cup.” She swallowed past the lump in her throat and grabbed one of the cups next to the register.
“Really? You didn’t expect to run into me in my family’s shop?” Maybe she was angry and hurting, but Vivi couldn’t really bring herself to care. Her chest felt like it was on fire, and she could barely keep her hands still as she flittered about behind the counter, trying to keep her hands busy so he wouldn’t see how badly she was shaking.














