Page 11 of It Happened Back Then
Me: And how did it go?
Blossom: It was okay. I probably won’tsee him again.
Thank fuck for that.
Me: Why not?
Blossom: I don’t know. He was nice enough but just no spark, you know?
Me: I get it.
Blossom: How’s Savannah?
Do I tell her we broke up? Blossom and I never seem to be in the right spot to make it work. Not that she’s ever asked to make it work since I left for school. Savannah and I keep having the same fight though. I want to move back to Bluemoon and she wants me to accept a position her dad got me.
Me: We broke up.
Blossom: Oh no! What happened?
She’s not you.
Me: More of the same. Wrong place, wrong time.
Blossom: I’m sorry.
Blossom: How’s the steakhouse?
Me: It's great, actually. I’m learning a lot. The head chef has been teaching me some new dishes on slow nights.
Blossom: It sounds like you’re in the right place then.
It’s not right if you’re not here.
Blossom: Can I ask you something?
Me: Of course.
Blossom: Do you regret that night?
I know what she’s talking about. She doesn’t ever have to remind me of our first night together.
Me: Not once.
Me: Why do you ask?
Blossom: Sometimes I feel bad about it. Not that it happened but just how we moved on from it.
Me: What are you talking about?
She immediately video calls, so I answer it.
“Well hello, gorgeous. Something on your mind?”
She smiles and my heart skips a beat. Everything about Blossom is beautiful. From her smile to her long dark hair. Her amazing body and her heart that loves more than it should. “I didn’t want my text to have a tone, so I figured I’d better call.”
“Hm. Good answer.” I look closely at her. “Have you been drinking?”
She laughs; her face flushed the slightest bit. “I had two glasses of wine with dinner.”
