“You know what, I’m not done. Maybe I would be considering this if you had once told me you were sorry. In fact, sometimes I feel like you want me to apologize to you.”
Then I left. I was feeling pretty good about what I said. Dare I say happy? But as dramatic as my exit was, it was really pointless since Tim drove us here, and I still had to wait for him to take me back to work. I sat on the curb until he came out of the restaurant, then sat in silence with my arms crossed until we got to my office. I could feel his smirk, but I didn’t bother to turn around and check. That was an extremely awkward drive.
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After work I drove to Kellan’s, ready to tell him everything that happened during lunch. We had agreed to never keep secrets from each other, and I figured that this one counted as something he would want to know about. As I was driving, I began to think about all the things that Tim said.