It’s hard to say out loud what she was running away from that night. Saying it out loud would make everything seem too real. She’ll just keep them inside her for now, turning them over and over until everything just fades away.
With about four hours’ worth of distance between herself and that place she used to call home, she kept herself preoccupied by downing the third mug of coffee she had for the past hour. Overhead, the lonely fan made a buzzing noise that was muted by the chatter of the late night crowd. This was a far cry from the local coffee shop where she came from, where the hipsters and artists and writers gather round the glass and scratched wood tables. In here, it was all about vinyl chairs and faded booths, of college students and yuppies, of indie songs playing in the background.
“Getting drunk at this early hour? Some things never change,” someone said with a chuckle.
She turned around, knowing who it was before even seeing his face. “Really, Cole. Three years and you still think I’m the same person.” The grin on her face vanished the moment she came face-to-face with her old flame.
Cole stood there, his dark eyes gleaming with amusement. “Alex. It’s so good seeing you again,” He said.
“Excuse me while I pick myself up from the floor,” She said, looking him up and down. She knew she should ask but she hated to, so she curbed her tongue instead.
Cole glanced down at the dark blue suit he was wearing. Then he looked at her straight in the eye. “I’m supposed to be getting married today, but…”
Alex’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t help it. “Cole, you should’ve told me the moment I called you and asked you to meet me here.”
Cole glanced at his watch and said, “That’s okay. I still have an hour before the wedding,” Without waiting for her reply, he sat on the stool next to her. “So fill me in. What monster or zombie or vampire have you pissed off this time?”