coffee at starbucks
7am. Starbucks.You got my message!
Why are we meeting here so early?
You need your coffee.
You know me so well.
Listen, I need to talk to you.
Is that why we're here? So early?
I got that job in San Diego.
Oh! You mean the one you really wanted to get? Oh.
Yes.
So. You're moving.
Yes.
So. What happens now?
You can fly in on weekends.
You always said that distance thing never works.
Yes. I guess I did.
You're breaking up with me aren't you?
Listen, I don't want to make it any har...
Over cheap Starbucks coffee this early in the morning? You are a bastard.
Listen...
Slam the door. Wait a beat, turn the ignition and drive away. Bastard. And didn't even pay for my Venti Coffee of the Week. Bastard.
Clack, clack, clack.
...ffffffor rest and relztion....
The screen blurs and the copy falls away from the screen into a pool of gray monitor surface. San Diego must have perfect weather all year round. Nice beaches. Surfers. Great Mexican food. Blonde girls in bikinis too.
Clack, clack, clack. I pretend to work through lunch. A bowl of leaves and roots with an occasional splat of clumpy dressing. Sour. Dour.
6:30pm. 0 Messages. 0 Calls. Workday ends with a to go box at Whole Foods. Dinner on the couch. Bzt. TV buzzes with scenes of Bush evading flood waters. Bzt. Wheel...of...Fortune. Guess the before and after phrase. Stop buying vowels, and solve the fucking puzzle already, we all know you know it. Bankrupt. Ha! You deserved that greedy bitch! Of course, she's going to use her free spin. Bzt. Bzt.
1:45am. 0 Messages. 0 Calls. Lights Out.
7:16am. 0 Messages. 0 Calls. Starbucks. Venti Coffee of the Week. And just like that, single. Again.
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