Goodbye

He was easily spotted, being as tall as he was. Indeed, he was not wearing his regular suit, but a nice pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. When he saw me approaching, he gave me the best smile that he could manage.

"How has work been?" I asked him slyly, remembering that the question seemed to be a protocol for dates.

"All fine," he grumbled, sipping at the glass of water, disdainfully. It was clear that he didn't like the no-alcohol clause of this meeting.

"So, should we order first and see where it goes after that?" I suggested. He played along.

There was no anger or pride from either of our sides when the waiter seemed to check us both out. I would say it was a sign that we were doing the right thing. We were better off as friends.

"You're planning on relocating?" he asked as he shoved a forkful of noodles into his face. I nodded, cutting the piece of chicken. Finally giving it up I just stuck the fork into it and bit down on it instead.