We hadn’t seen each other for almost 5 years. We’ve both moved on, though I’ve always felt we had unfinished business.
I was visiting her city for work, so we met for coffee. Everything was quite grown up. She looked great, has switched to being a blonde and started wearing contacts. She is married now, but she changed the subject when I asked her about their home life. We talked about old friends and places, and the hour sped by. It was actually really nice, and although I felt a pang of regret I was glad we had met up. She dropped me at my hotel, where I had a few hours to kill before evening plans.
Only minutes after I got to the room, she texted me to ask which number I was in. I replied, wondering if I’d left something behind or something.