Dropped from Heaven
Even the owner of a cafe in the alleyway came to recognize him, and she'd sometimes ask, "Serena, is that handsome man waiting for you?"
In response, I'd only stir the espresso in my cup, not even bothering to glance at him. "Just someone asking for directions."
One day, I closed early because I had already made prior plans to meet Steven.
He blocked my way, his eyes bloodshot, and I could tell that he was close to collapsing.
"Serena, I've already broken up with Mia, and she's already had an abortion." His voice was hoarse, like an instrument that was out of tune. "Everything was fake, and I've already left her."