To me, Ry said, “See you at the store,” and I stepped aside so they could pass us on the sidewalk.
I watched them walk away before turning back and continuing on with Elias.
“You and Ry had a thing, didn’t you?” he asked.
Crap. Of course, he noticed. “It was just sex, okay? Another goddamn notch on my bed post. But he wanted someone else, somebody smart, innocent and not like me at all.” I sighed. “He’s with the right guy. They’re fucking made for each other. How about we go into that store over there? I want to check out the clothes.”
Before Elias could answer, I walked off, determined to put our conversation behind me.
* * * *
Turns out, neither of us was in the mood to continue our impromptu late afternoon window-shopping experience, so after a brief argument, I let Elias drive me home.
Once he parked in front of my building, he turned to face me. “Trent, what do you want out of life?”
I was taken aback by the frank question. “Where’s this coming from?”