What was it about you and me and all of this that just didn’t work?
Was it something I said?
Was it something you didn’t?
The pen flew across the paper, scratching in the silence of the coffee shop, the girlish scrawl filling up the pages. Her tongue played the corners of her lower lip. Her eyes filled with tears.
Suddenly, the table shook. “Oh! Excuse me!” But it was too late. Coffee, light with milk and stevia, spilled all over the words, black ink running with brown liquid.
She put down the pen and slowly reached for a napkin.