"Rosie! How've you been! It's been far too long," He gave me a wink.
I could feel myself recoiling, back into my shell. Jack. Bloody Jack. I felt like screaming at him, Go away! I don't need you now!
But instead, I pointed towards the cafe, and said feebly, "Coffee? I could seriously do with one,"
"Definitely, I'll disregard the fact that I've just had one." I swear passers-by could feel the arkwardness and anxiousness I was emitting.
"Oh, don't... honestly, it doesn't matter, well, nice to see-"
"Ah, Rosie, you hardly think I'm not going to have coffee with you? You, of all people!" I was confused by this comment, but decided there was nothing for it. I would have to have coffee with him.
"Okay," I said, my voice sounding weak and resigned.
"Come on, where's your enthuisiasm, Rose?" I hated being called 'Rose'. 'Rosie' I could deal with, but generally only from Kevin. I wished he could just use my name- 'Rosalie'.
We walked in, my face resembling someone who had just been told their dog had died, and Jack's as if he had just won the lottery.
"We'll have two grande cappucinos-" Jack started, and I realised how much I hated people ordering for me.
"Actually, I'll just have an espresso," I said sweetly, giving the waitress a smile.
Jack shook his head and looked at me. "You've really changed Rose,"
"It's been five years, Jack, people change. Though I doubt changing your coffee preference really indicates a major change."
"Yeah, I suppose. So how's your work going? The last thing I heard you had publishers raving about you."
"Well I never heard that one! I have an internship with a publishers here in New York," I said casually, taking a sip of my coffee.
"Yeah? That's really good... well done," He smiled kindly, and I remembered at this point how wonderful he looked when he smiled.
"What about you, Jack? Did you go into med school?"
"Er no. I'm a solicitor now. Well, that's what I've my degree in, the work is crap at the moment."
"Really? Law? I never envisioned you as a lawyer. And, I know how you feel about the work being crap, but I continue to tell myself it's a step on the ladder,"
"Yeah... It is very frustrating, but I hope it will pay off in the end."
"I'm sure it will."
"So...How's your love life?" He gave me a sad smile, and then must have thought better of it, because he winked suggestively.
"Really good. I'm with Kevin Jacobs. Do you remember him?"
"The guy from my old building? Really? How long have you been together?"
"Really? And is he here in New York too?"
"Hm, actually he's just accepted a job with Rosings, and is in London,"
"Oh, that must be hard," He said quietly, and gave me a sympathetic look.
"It's only been two weeks, but yeah, it's not easy, I love him," I said, my voice raised, though I couldn't understand why... was it some pathetic attempt to show him, that I didn't want him anymore? Does he even know? That I used to love him body and soul? Probably not.
"Good, I'm glad."
"And you? Are you with Ella, or...?"
"Ella! No, I , god... it's been a long time. We broke up just after you moved away,"
"Oh, really? Are you with anyone now?"
"No. Completely single and free,"
"Well, hope you find happiness!"
"Are you leaving?"
"Yeah, I really have to get into work,"
"I've to drop a manuscript in," I lied quickly, desperate to escape the arkward situation.
"Oh. Well, we'll have to have dinner some time. Would you like that?"
What could I have said? No, sorry, I'm frightened that I might fall in love with you, which I don't want, cos I'm already in love.
So I said "Sure, sounds fine," And headed out the door, leaving him with my number.