That'll be the day

I spend the rest of the day thinking about Zach. Why the hell had he come back? Maybe he needed to answer some questions, or maybe he truly felt bad. Hell, maybe it's fate, bringing us together after all these years. Yeah, that'll be the day. A fairy tale ending to all the fuckery I got up to in college. Like I'm trying to find Cinderella with her missing glass slipper, except for it's my pussy instead of a shoe.

As I lay in bed, I find myself checking my text messages one last time, before I decide to send Zach one.

'hey r u still up'

'yeah whats up?'

I let out a sigh. 'say if I was to have a sick day next week would u want meet up??'

'absolutely'

'ok i'll see what I can do'

'I appreciate it'

'see you soon then'

'c u'

With that, I put my phone away and try to get an honest night's rest. Of course, the thoughts flooding my brain leave me restless. No matter what happens, I've gotta face this. Gotta silence the voices in my head. Gotta get a good night's rest... eventually.

The next day I find myself eating lunch with Meg at Chow Now, the new hipster place that'd opened up nearby. I'm not completely sold on the place, but Meg's obsessed with their iced coffee. As we eat, she asks "So what's going on with you?"

I let out a sigh. "I met an old friend."

"Yeah? Who?"

"Uh, he might be Max's... father."

"Oh..." She gives me a blank stare as she calculates her next few words. "You okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine. It's just... Surprised... That's all."

"You sure? He's not like weird or anything."

"Oh no no. It's not like that."

"Fair enough. Just remember you've got a team of kick-ass lawyers behind ya if you need 'em."

"For custody issues?"

"Or if a certain someone has to disappear." She gives me an exaggerated wink, to which we both chuckle.

"I'll keep it in mind."

"What's he like though?"

"Different from before, that's for sure."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I mean he was in the Army when I met him, but now he looks like a hippie."

Meg raises an eyebrow. "Hippie?"

"Yeah, he's got long hair and a beard, and it's like he doesn't care about his appearance."

"Ugh. Does he at least clean up well?"

I shrug. "Yeah... I mean he should if he looks anything like he did before."

"And what about under the sheets?" Meg says in a hushed voice.

My eyes go wide as I take a bite of my sandwich.

"Oh don't be like that."

"Okay, he wasn't bad." I mean, he's good enough to remember, so he left an impression. Maybe in more ways than one.

"Not bad huh?"

"Why do you wanna know?"

"Just curious."

"You're not interested, are you?"

Meg rolls her eyes. "Oh please. He's your problem."

"Right..."

"Look Morgan, you've just gotta take it as it comes, okay? Nothing you can do about it."

"Yeah I guess you're right."

"I mean who knows? Maybe he is the one."

"My long lost love coming back after all these years? Yeah, that'll be the day."

We share another laugh, before proceeding to finish our meals.