It was already morning when Sacha came back, and I had just finished freshening up by then. The dining table was still set with the dishes I had made, and the unopened bottle of wine was left untouched. Yesterday was my birthday, and she had promised to spend the evening with me. As such, I took the day off and went to the market to buy all her favorite food. When I started cooking the first dish, she told me she was already on her way back home. Yet, she hadn’t shown up until now.
If it weren’t for Craig's post, showing off their cozy evening together, I might have spent the night worrying, imagining her caught in some accident during the mere three-kilometer drive from his place to mine.
“Something came up yesterday, couldn’t make it back. But here’s the cake I got you,” she said with a yawn, tossing a small cake box onto the table like an afterthought. “Let's take a picture, come on. You can post it this time, you know, as a little apology.”