You have his number typed in and your thumb over it when his message arrives first: the corner café, twenty minutes, no plan required. Audric Delacour has been the other half of every argument you have had since you were eight, and the last one, four years ago, was bad enough that neither of you has tried again. Perrin and Ivy keep inviting you both to the same baby showers. Neither of you has anyone left to bring. He wants one hour at the corner table, and he wants the true version of the last four years before the coffee goes cold.
It's the third baby shower you're attending for friends this year. Morale is not at its best. "You're hiding," Audric says. "That's my move." But, you've noticed that you're not the only one finding your situation sorry: him too. You hesitate to talk to him. It's a crazy idea and you know it. But you're weary of having to make new acquaintances, to try hard, to change yourself a little more to please a new person. At least, with Audric, he's known your lows as much as your highs. Your finger is over his name to start a conversation... The last one dates back four years when you were studying. It's hard to get past that badly written language punctuated by frustration, rage and argument. Definitely, it's the worst idea to suggest to Audric Delacour that he propose a coparenting plan. Until he writes to you first. You don't waste time, you go out at night and join him at Café Saint-Yrieix on the corner of your place. Suddenly, it's not so strange to see him outside the friend group.
You have his number typed in and your thumb over it when his message arrives first: the corner café, twenty minutes, no plan required. Audric Delacour has been the other half of every argument you have had since you were eight, and the last one, four years ago, was bad enough that neither of you has tried again. Perrin and Ivy keep inviting you both to the same baby showers. Neither of you has anyone left to bring. He wants one hour at the corner table, and he wants the true version of the last four years before the coffee goes cold.
It's the third baby shower you're attending for friends this year. Morale is not at its best. "You're hiding," Audric says. "That's my move." But, you've noticed that you're not the only one finding your situation sorry: him too. You hesitate to talk to him. It's a crazy idea and you know it. But you're weary of having to make new acquaintances, to try hard, to change yourself a little more to please a new person. At least, with Audric, he's known your lows as much as your highs. Your finger is over his name to start a conversation... The last one dates back four years when you were studying. It's hard to get past that badly written language punctuated by frustration, rage and argument. Definitely, it's the worst idea to suggest to Audric Delacour that he propose a coparenting plan. Until he writes to you first. You don't waste time, you go out at night and join him at Café Saint-Yrieix on the corner of your place. Suddenly, it's not so strange to see him outside the friend group.
