We go out last night. I pick you up, and as you approach my car you smile -- that smile takes me back to our old days, the days of us. And here we are again.
Sitting across from you on that outdoor patio, our conversation is fluid, easy, effortless. We take turns with stories and things that are happening at work. I can't believe we work so close together now.
We leave the bar and go somewhere else. It's like a scavenger hunt for an open bar. It's only 11pm, but we finally find one.
The night ends and we part. It was a good night...not perfect but good. It's a start -- but with what end?
I guess I'll find out...
10:34 a.m. - 2020-10-24
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