Abby
In the dimly lit café, surrounded by the soft murmur of conversations and the aroma of fresh coffee, I sit with my friends, watching their eyes widen in disbelief as I relay the events of the past few days.
“You broke up with Adam?” Leah, with her ever-present surprise, always finds a way to make her eyes bulge out in an almost comical manner.
“Sort of,” I reply, stirring my iced coffee absentmindedly. I don’t want to ‘out’ Adam for his orientation, so I decide to leave that part out. Around the restaurant, the clinking of the ice cubes and the soft sound of voices meld together to create a soft jingle that feels oddly comforting when I need it the most. “It was… more of a mutual thing.”
Chloe gives me a sharp glance, her red lipstick making her pouty lips seem even mo
