Two years after Jack and Kibby broke up, they bumped into one another in a parking garage. He had just wrapped up a long day of shopping, and she was planning on going to the store to get her nails done. It was an awkward encounter, initially. They stood around pretending to make small talk. As they prepared to say goodbye, he said he had to rush home because he was starving.
“Well, why don’t we get some sushi?” She asked.
He hesitated. Things hadn’t ended well between them and he wasn’t sure lunch was such a good idea. As he hemmed and hawed, Kibby slapped him on the arm and said, “Babe, I’m totally over you. No hard feelings. Let’s just … catch up?”
“Okay,” he said, tossing his bag in the trunk. They headed to a new sushi restaurant she raved about and took a table in the corner. She ordered a Sake flight — there were three in all, and one was particularly cloudy.
“This one,” she said, giggling uncontrollably. “It looks like … you know …”