He smiled at her, his thumb tracing over her fingers. "Its okay, I promise. We're back together now."
She frowned. "I had hoped that you would be able to move on when I left," she said, cocking her head. "Weren't you with other people?"
"I was, but then I wasn't. They were short anyways." He pursed his lips, his fingers tapping on the table. "Did you?"
She paused, eyeing him thoughtfully. "People asked me out," she said eventually. "But..." She trailed off before shrugging. "I don't know. I guess I was still hung up on you."
"I see... I suppose the situation was different for both of us, huh?" He took another sip of the coffee, his eyes facing the drink thoughtfully.
"It would be easier for me to move on in that scenario, because I didn't know what was going on, y'know?"
"Oh, I see," she said. "Yeah, that's kind of what I wasn't hoping. Anger is easier to get past than sadness, I've found. I figured that it would be better if you were furious than miserable."
"Mostly. I guess there was a little anger, but it's okay." He looked her, his eyes as adoring as before.
She watched him for a moment, a small smile on her face. "God," she said eventually, laughing lightly and ducking her head. "It's so weird to see you. I had come to terms with the fact that I would never see you again. You being here is disrupting my thoughts." She looked back up at him. "You're distracting me."
"Not many people have managed to distract me these last few months," she said, tilting her head. "So yes, it's a good thing. It means you're special."
"You're only saying that because it's true," he replied, then paused. "What are you doing after this?"
