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California and the east coast." I guess it wouldn't have been a huge deal to say D.C. My Hoyas shirt probably gave that away, but he didn't need to know that I'd pretty much lived there since my dad was elected to the Senate. My stomach knotted and I felt acid creeping up the back of my throat. "What about you?" I could turn it back on him. Get him to talk about himself.
He shifted in his seat like there was a rock under him. "Oh, you know, here and there. I don't really call one place home." I could tell he was forcing the smile I was seeing. "The apartment in San Francisco is the most permanent place I've lived in years."
So he was hiding something, too. It almost put me at ease, knowing I wasn't the only one withholding information. The waiter appeared with two plates of food that smelled delicious. I hadn't eaten since the plane and I hadn't realized how ravenous I was. I picked up the chopsticks and took a huge bite of the tasty mixture of rice, sauce and pork. The flavors were so familiar and when I realized why, it hit me why like a punch in the gut. Daniel's mom had made this dish for me many times. Pork curry was his favorite thing in the world. I set my chopsticks down. What had been a ravenous appetite was now gone.
The guilt crushed down on me without warning. I wished a hole would open in the floor and swallow me so that I would never have to think again. I grabbed at my water and the ice cubes clinked around in the glass as I brought the cup to my lips. I kept my gaze on the table and sucked in my lip to keep my chin from quivering.
"You don't like it." He reached for my hand.
I couldn't get my hand on my lap in time to avoid him, and I had to let him take it. I was sure he could feel the cold sweat on my palms. I couldn't bring my gaze to meet his. "No, it's fine. It’s great. Really."
I knew he didn't believe me. How could he when nothing was fine? I was a hot mess. A hot, broken mess. I thought I was getting better, but I wasn't. I never would be, and how could I ever really be better? How could I ever tell him or anyone else the truth?
My fiancée was dead and it was my fault.
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" L et's go ." He squeezed my hand.
I looked up at him. My silent pity party ended when I saw the way he was looking at me. A weird mix of apprehension, pity and fear was in his eyes. I wished I could explain it to him, to anyone.
I nodded and we stood up. He paid and we walked out of the diner. He took my hand and we walked a few blocks down the sidewalk in silence.
We stopped in front of a store and he turned to me. "Are you okay? You looked like you saw a ghost back there."
What could I say to him? What could I tell him that would make him understand? I turned to make eye contact with him. "It just reminded me of someone." I shook my head. "It isn't you. I swear to God." I managed a weak smile. "You were right. It was the best thing I've had in my mouth in Japan." I winked. "So far." I forced myself to grin. Might as well get past the awkwardness with some more innuendo.
He chuckled and pulled me toward the business we were in front of. The Golden Spoon. I had no idea what it was. "I think you'll like this place. It's right up your alley." He turned to me and gave me a wink.
Great. I wasn't even sure what my alley was anymore.
We walked inside and I recognized what it was immediately. Frozen yogurt. We walked up to the wall where the machines were and he tossed me a container. I went to the one marked 'lemon' and filled my bowl, topping it with raspberries again. This time, he only pulled one flavor into his bowl and poured some chocolate syrup on top. I could see him watching me from the corner of his eye, a sly smile on his face. We checked out and went to sit down at one of the little bistro tables that were set up at the front of the store.
I raised an eyebrow. "Only one flavor this time?"
He laughed and took a bite. "I learned my lesson last time."
I scooped up a big bite of my yogurt with a couple of
He shifted in his seat like there was a rock under him. "Oh, you know, here and there. I don't really call one place home." I could tell he was forcing the smile I was seeing. "The apartment in San Francisco is the most permanent place I've lived in years."
So he was hiding something, too. It almost put me at ease, knowing I wasn't the only one withholding information. The waiter appeared with two plates of food that smelled delicious. I hadn't eaten since the plane and I hadn't realized how ravenous I was. I picked up the chopsticks and took a huge bite of the tasty mixture of rice, sauce and pork. The flavors were so familiar and when I realized why, it hit me why like a punch in the gut. Daniel's mom had made this dish for me many times. Pork curry was his favorite thing in the world. I set my chopsticks down. What had been a ravenous appetite was now gone.
The guilt crushed down on me without warning. I wished a hole would open in the floor and swallow me so that I would never have to think again. I grabbed at my water and the ice cubes clinked around in the glass as I brought the cup to my lips. I kept my gaze on the table and sucked in my lip to keep my chin from quivering.
"You don't like it." He reached for my hand.
I couldn't get my hand on my lap in time to avoid him, and I had to let him take it. I was sure he could feel the cold sweat on my palms. I couldn't bring my gaze to meet his. "No, it's fine. It’s great. Really."
I knew he didn't believe me. How could he when nothing was fine? I was a hot mess. A hot, broken mess. I thought I was getting better, but I wasn't. I never would be, and how could I ever really be better? How could I ever tell him or anyone else the truth?
My fiancée was dead and it was my fault.
14
" L et's go ." He squeezed my hand.
I looked up at him. My silent pity party ended when I saw the way he was looking at me. A weird mix of apprehension, pity and fear was in his eyes. I wished I could explain it to him, to anyone.
I nodded and we stood up. He paid and we walked out of the diner. He took my hand and we walked a few blocks down the sidewalk in silence.
We stopped in front of a store and he turned to me. "Are you okay? You looked like you saw a ghost back there."
What could I say to him? What could I tell him that would make him understand? I turned to make eye contact with him. "It just reminded me of someone." I shook my head. "It isn't you. I swear to God." I managed a weak smile. "You were right. It was the best thing I've had in my mouth in Japan." I winked. "So far." I forced myself to grin. Might as well get past the awkwardness with some more innuendo.
He chuckled and pulled me toward the business we were in front of. The Golden Spoon. I had no idea what it was. "I think you'll like this place. It's right up your alley." He turned to me and gave me a wink.
Great. I wasn't even sure what my alley was anymore.
We walked inside and I recognized what it was immediately. Frozen yogurt. We walked up to the wall where the machines were and he tossed me a container. I went to the one marked 'lemon' and filled my bowl, topping it with raspberries again. This time, he only pulled one flavor into his bowl and poured some chocolate syrup on top. I could see him watching me from the corner of his eye, a sly smile on his face. We checked out and went to sit down at one of the little bistro tables that were set up at the front of the store.
I raised an eyebrow. "Only one flavor this time?"
He laughed and took a bite. "I learned my lesson last time."
I scooped up a big bite of my yogurt with a couple of
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