When I saw her at Opal, I was ready for more of the same: a quick flare of her irritation and then moving on with my evening, but this time, she wasn’t actually with someone. This time, I took the seat next to her, flirted with her, chatted with her, and realized I fucking wanted her. Since the only woman I had been able to think about for the past year, since she fell back into my life, was her, I decided fucking her out of my system would be the solution. That is, until we were interrupted.
