Puck me. I’m yours
It had all happened so fast, and walking back into that place on Valentine's Day, late afternoon, only made my eyes burn with unshed tears.
A year ago I'd reserved a table for Marcus and me, gotten flowers, ordered food, and put real effort into decorating the space. Jess had helped; we'd gone as far as asking permission from the boss, and he'd granted it. But then, what happened? Marcus didn't show up. He said he was tired, said something had come up with the team.