Chapter 18: A Fork in the Road

“Bon Appetit,” Finn said, sitting across from me at the bakery. He slid a wrapped-up sandwich from our favorite deli place on the other side of the street across the table.

“Thank you, I’m starving,” I said as I tore into the wrapper to get to the sandwich underneath.

After another day of small talk over text, Finn and I had agreed to get lunch together during my break at work. We both wanted to talk, even if it was just normal conversation like we used to, not even about the fight.

I couldn’t help but wonder, though. “Have you talked to Heather at all?” I asked, biting into my sandwich. Instead of being greeted with ham, turkey, and honey mustard like I’d expected, I bit into a slimy tomato. I cringed as I spit it out into napkin.

“Oh sh*t, sorry, I forgot you don’t like tomatoes,” Finn said, handing me another napkin to set the other two tomatoes on.

“It’s okay,” I responded. I quickly drank my matcha I’d made to drown out the taste.