“Well… You’re certainly not on the frontline saving lives.”
“What, and you are?”
“We do something completely different.”
“The truth is that you were ashamed of me.”
“I was never ashamed of you. I just thought… I thought you were throwing your life away.”
“And you didn’t want to throw yours away with it.”
He doesn’t agree, but doesn’t deny it, either.
“This is exactly the life I wanted.”
“Cooking?”
“What’s wrong with that?”
“You don’t even have your own restaurant.”
“I will one day.”
“You’ve been saying that for years.”
“You never believed in me. In my talent.”
“Andhedoes?”
I shake my head slowly.
“Your…” He waves his hand around agitatedly. “Date?”
Is he seriously asking me about Sean?
“What right do you have to ask me about him?”
“Frederick…” He tries to stroke my arm, but I take a step back. “I thought we’d both moved on.”
“You moved on extremely well.”
“And you haven’t?”
“My life is none of your business.”
“You’re right, it’s not. But I saw you with him, and I thought that, maybe…”
“What?”
“Maybe we could be civil.”
“Just because someone else is fucking me now?”
He looks around to make sure nobody heard me.
“Frederick, please…”
“We can never be civil. We can never be anything to each other.”
