When I got to the diner I zipped around at breakneck speeds, letting my anger siphon off as energy. I couldn't believe it! Sutton had the nerve to attack Roy when he was the one with some desperate trophy girlfriend!
I was impressed by how stupid he had been, and impressed with how Roy hadn't even uttered a harsh word. When he'd left he had something in his eyes - recognition, guilt. I couldn't figure out why, either. He hadn't even done anything wrong!
Miranda seemed to recognize the fire in my eyes and promptly told me to take a break. It was during the dinner rush, too, so I must have been in some rage.
I skated outside and behind the diner, letting out my emotion the best way I knew how.
I used the sound of crickets chirping as my rhythm and danced freestyle, something that didn't really fit any genre. I don't know if it could even be defined as dance - I twirled and leaped and kicked like someone out of an asylum, but it calmed me the way nothing else could.
Eventually my steps grew back into gentle, lilting ballet and I knew I could face the diner again. I adjusted my hair and put on my smile, ready to collect some tips.
By the end of the shift I was back to exhausted and when Roy came in I skated over with a coffee pot, but he shook his head no.
"Could we talk? Whenever your shift's over? I'll be waiting outside."
I cleaned up about halfway and Miranda told me she would finish up. I skated out, finding Roy leaning back on his patrol car.
The image of Raphael leaning on his Ferrari burned into my vision but I blinked it away, smiling weakly.
"What did you want to talk about, Roybit?"
"I was offered a promotion at work, thanks to the collar on that burglar you stopped."
"That's great!" I offered, "Congrats!"
Roy didn't look very happy but smiled a little.
"It's in California."
I braced myself for what I could already tell was coming next.
"We've only been together for a few weeks," he admitted, "And I don't think we're ready for a long-distance relationship. You're young, beautiful...I don't want to hold you back."
"You're breaking up with me?" my voice cracked.
"Oh, it's not like that," he assured, "Besides, you deserve better than a beat cop. I want to make something of myself."
He had a look in his eyes, and I could see hopes and dreams twinkling in them.
"Promise you'll stay in touch?" I asked, getting a small laugh and a nod.
He hugged me and I hugged back, blinking in surprise. I didn't feel like crying. At most I was a little disappointed that things had ended so quickly. I knew that Roy would make a great friend, regardless of whether or not he continued rising through the ranks of the police force.
Interestingly enough, he had been the most serious relationship I'd ever had. Interpret that as you wish, but I was only twenty, and considering the amount of work I'd done it was pretty justifiable.
I didn't feel much when it came to romantic interests. The few guys I did ever have an eye for either didn't reciprocate it (I was the dirt-poor, defensive type throughout school remember) or were soon discovered to be total creeps/weirdos.
So in essence I was inexperienced and unsure when it came to the terrain, and for convenience's sake usually left it untouched altogether. But, with Bea, that seemed like it wouldn't be possible much longer. Speaking of which. I pulled out my phone and leaned against the diner, too tired to move to the bus stop.
"We broke up." I said tersely, "I slapped Sutton."
"Where are you?"
"Want a ride?"