Blurb of What Happened At Lunch

Another thing I wrote at night time a couple weeks ago.

“Percefoni. Percefoni. Percefoni!” my best friend sitting in front of me nudged my arm to gather my attention.

“What?” I turned my head back to face her.

She changed the subject, “What, or should I say, who were you staring at?”

This caught me off guard. “Um, nobody in particular,” I lied.

“Liar.”

“Oh, thanks for saying it so straight out,” I replied sarcastically.

“Welcome,” she answered not fully noticing what I had said.

“I was being sarcastic, but okay. Fine, I was actually looking at someone whom we both know.”

Her eyebrows went up. I knew I had now captured Amy’s full attention.

“Details girl,” she leaned a fist on her chin.

“Alright,” I paused and took a deep breath, “HE’S in this lunch also with us.”

“HE? He, who?”

“HIM,” I exclaimed a little louder.

She thought a moment. “Do you mean Thomas, your ex?”

I nodded.

Amy glanced over at him, “He’s just a ginger that will never change.”

“Yeah,” I agreed with a low tone.

She turned back to face me, and shrugged.

“There really is not much left to say. Sometimes when I look at him, I don’t understand how I could have ever dated him. What did I ever see in him?”

“I don’t know,” she replied with a shrug.

“I mean, I know I listed characteristics before, but now things are definitely different,” I realize, and my statement is followed by a sigh.

“Look at it this way, he’s sitting with just his best friend, and you have all of us,” Amy stated, and put her arms up motioning to the rest of the table group.

“Yeah, I get what point you’re trying to make,” I finally gave in and agreed with her.

Two seconds of silence followed.

I couldn’t help myself, but to stare at him. I always hated his best friend, and he knew it from the very first day. He sat in his black ensemble across from his best friend who had a buzz cut. My skin began to crawl….