Exes

Third Wednesday/November 2022

There she was.

Patti, wearing an emerald green jumpsuit, entered the busy cafe. Grayson gasped a bit, waved a hand, faked a big smile, concealing his nerves. 

“Have a seat, “ he said before saying hello. He stood to give Patti a hug, then changed his mind halfway, offering his awkward hand across the table, backside hovering over the chair.

              Her handshake was strong, but soft.

“This is different,” Grayson said, placing a napkin on his lap. 

“Not that different,” she said, “You’re still Mr. Handsome.”

Grayson blushed foolishly as Patti smiled, ordered, pushed a lock of platinum hair behind her ear. Her shimmering face contrasted with a flat red lip. His gaze moved from her face to her neck, to breasts, to hands, then back to her grey eyes. Those eyes. He repressed his bubbling questions: When did you know? Are you just on hormones?  Did you get the big snip snip? His groin throbbed in discomfort just thinking of it.