“What happened? I thought he was the man of your dreams!”
“Last week he was ‘the one’. You were imagining lots of green-haired little kids with him.”
“You know what? It’s just, I don’t know. I’m just not seeing Jason any more. ‘Why’ really doesn’t matter. What matters is I got out of it before it got icky. Let’s drop the subject.”
“But you’re still sad.”
“Well, yeah. One hopes, right?” She stirred her Italian soda with her straw, mixing the raspberry syrup with the soda water before taking a long drink.
Rain hit the window, incandescent drops of reflected streetlights. The door opened, the Pakistani camel bells hanging from the door handle confirming what the blast of cold, damp air had already conveyed. Trey looked up, happy Mattie’s back was to the door.
Jason swept in with a tall brunette, her absurdly toned midriff bared, her flowing Indian sari-silk skirt hanging on her hips. “I get it, now,” thought Trey, looking thoughtfully at Mattie who was pretty, but never the pretty that could make an entrance like that. The woman with Jason was traffic-stopping-stunning. No wonder Jason had dropped Mattie. “Mattie is saving face saying she dropped the guy. I see the whole story.”
Jason and the woman stepped up to the counter and ordered. Trey saw the strong line of the woman’s back. His heart skipped a beat as she tossed her head and the swath of long brown hair wafted across the top of her skirt. “Jesus,” he said out-loud. Mattie looked up, followed his gaze, and saw Jason and the woman.
“Poor guy,” she said. “Now that I’ve dropped him, he has to go for coffee with his bitch of a sister.”