It was so nice to see her again. The café she chose was small. It had dark walls with bright coloured decor hanging on them. She told me about her travels and her job and her new boyfriend. My last year wasn’t as interesting. We had gotten through two teas, one mocha latte and a scone. Standing outside was the awkward bit. There was a hug and some of the usual goodbye chat that you say to an old-friend-that-you-don’t-enjoy-seeing-as-much-as-you-should. “We should definitely make this a weekly thing.”
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