One night only. (245 views)

Amy’s Outfit

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Amy exhaled and glanced at her phone’s lock screen. She probably shouldn’t do this.

The reunion had been exciting, for the most part. She saw friends she hadn’t seen in forever, got to cheer Max and Chase on as they started the next step of their lives in marriage proposals, and got to chat with classmates she’d been estranged with. But among with that came seeing Mason – or the wreck of a man who she used to know as Mason.

She hadn’t expected him to be in such bad shape as he was. It made her feel a little guilty, for breaking up with him, even though she knew she’d moved on. And he should have moved on, too. But Mason was always so clingy to her that she felt bad letting go sometimes – and seeing the state he’d been in at the reunion... just bothered her. She exhaled and ignored the message on her phone from another man. She could read it later.

She threw her phone into her purse and entered the dinner – she wasn’t a stranger to it. She remembered coming here when she and Mason first got together, on their first date. She wished he’d chosen another place to meet up, but she supposed, there was only one diner in town. She walked through and saw him sitting at a table and eased herself into the seat. She sat up straight, and her hands fiddled together into a knot as she rested her purse on the table.

”You wanted to talk?” She asked, glancing over at Mason but not holding his gaze for very long.

Amy exhaled and looked over at her ex, his smiling doing more to worry her than appease her.

”Fine, thanks.” She said as response to his question. When he said he was worse when she left she cringed at the memory of just leaving him – but she just couldn’t marry him. She shifted on the chair she sat on, and then looked over at him when he said he was applying to be a teacher at the school. That surprised her – but also pleased her, that he would be doing something like that instead of wallowing around after she left him. ”For your guitar? Wow, that’s amazing. Jean liked you when we were in school – maybe that’ll work out in your favor.”

She shook his head when he asked if she wanted anything. ”No, thank you.”

”That’s a good subject.” Amy said, shrugging her shoulders when he asked how her business was going. ”It goes great. I got a photo on time magazine,” she said, which had been her dream when she was in school. She smiled a bit when he mentioned he stopped drinking and wrote music. ”That’s amazing! Well, I’m glad you’re going somewhere good.”

When he held her hand she pulled it back, giving Mason a tentative smile before she put both her hands in her lap, out of his reach. ”Mason, I heard a lot about what happened after I left. And I’m sorry to have done that to you. It was awful, and I... I’m too flighty. I can’t do that to you again.”

”Okay, Mason, but I don’t... I told you. I’m too flighty.” Amy said, biting her lower lip as she accepted his number. It was different than the number he used to have. She supposed she wasn’t shocked – she had a new number, too. She exhaled and glanced over at Mason. ”We can catch up a bit. I am interested to hear about how your potential career goes.”

She looked through her phone and found her number, wrote it down, and slipped it over towards Mason. It was a new number than before.

”I’m positive I don’t want anything.” Amy said as Mason asked for the check. She sighed when he said he would love to keep in touch and smiled. His smile looked so innocent, and she of all people was someone who had no right to be on the receiving end of it. She looked away and at her knees underneath the table.

She decided she should probably go. She shifted to stand and looked at Mason. ”I guess I’ll text you later, then.”