I’m in Bantam and Biddy. I’m sitting in a corner table, waiting for my to-go order of a local farm three-egg omelet with spinach, goat cheese, and roasted chicken. Across from me is a cute couple: a petite, athletic blonde girl and her lanky, dark-haired boyfriend.
It takes me a second to realize that, in addition to sharing an order of chicken and waffles, they’re breaking up.
The young woman smiles and nods. “Is it because of what I think it is?”
“Busted,” he says. “Yeah, I’m gay.”
She beams at him. “Honestly, that explains so much. I mean, I thought it was me.”
“It’s not you,” he says.
“Oh, I know!” she says. She pauses, rewinding and reviewing memories in her head. “I always did. You seeing someone?”
He hesitates. “Yes.”
She lights up, grinning like a game show contestant. “Bradley!”
He nods again.
She drums her hands on the tabletop, excited. “Are you two happy?”
He shrugs. “We’re still … deciding. I mean, it hasn’t been that long–”
“Well, I hope it works out.” She slips on her jacket and gathers her purse, smiling broadly. “Thanks for breakfast.”
He blinks. “You going?”
“Yep!” She stands. She winks. She offers him a hug.
He stands. He’s a full head taller than her. They hug. “We’ll still be friends.”
“Nope!” she says, raising a hand. “Got plenty of friends. I need a boyfriend.” She beams at him again. “You be sweet now.” She leaves.
He sits, sighs, and wolfs down the rest of the waffles.