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Ran Into An Ex
“I’m super glad you invited me to your wedding, Kristen,” says a guy outside of the supermarket.
“And here we are running into each other again. What are the odds?” she says, eyeing the kombucha in the child basket part of her cart.
“Yeah! A lot of people kept saying to me, ‘dude, you’re way better looking than the groom!’ I was like, whatever…”
“Yeah…” she says, pulling her keys out of her bag.
“Do you agree?”
“Huh?”
“Do you think I’m better looking?”
“Damon, that’s not why we broke up — “
“NA! Totally! I know. I just was talking about appearances. Why are you even bringing that up? Ha. Hung up, much?”
“I’m happily married, Damon.”
“I know you are! You don’t have to keep rubbing my face in it!” he pauses, reaching for a cliff bar in one of his bags. He opens it and takes a bite. “I guess I’m not totally over you after all. My bad.”
“That’s ok. Listen — “
“I definitely need to do some work on myself! I’m being totally selfish. I’m making this all about me again. Just like when we were together. You know, that’s probably why we broke up! I totally wasn’t secure with myself.”
