8:03 pm
»You're not over her.«
"I never said I wasn't."
»Then why the hell don't you like talking about her and the situation? Do you really believe that she's never coming back?«
"Yes. When a person moves, they don't always have to say goodbye to their neighbours. Yes, her and I were close and it would've been polite if she said goodbye but she didn't and just like a neighbour, I keep on living."
»Why does the seat she always used to sit in still have the reserved sign then? Why do you always make an extra plate of food for dinner? No one sits there, and no one eats that dinner. You do these things just in case she comes back, stop lying to yourself.«
"I'm stepping outside for a smoke. I don't pay you to nag me, you know."
»I am your cousin, I'm just as close to you as a brother and I'm worried.«
"Thanks, but I can take care of myself."
»Sure you can, buddy.«
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Coffee
Short Story"Let me guess, you want to order coffee again?" "You know it." "Something tells me the only reason you come to my diner everyday is for the free coffee, not me." "Shouldn't it be that way?" "Name one thing you love more than coffee." "You."
