Sputnik Sweetheart

She moved forward to hug him goodbye, and then stopped.

“No, first ex-girlfriend first,” she said loudly, pointing at me. There was a titter of laughter from his family, and I smiled along, feeling a little very awkward.

A minute later. “How do you know? Has he mentioned me to you before?” Curious question.

“Oh, no… It’s just the feeling I get, that there was something before. The looks, the closeness. And the things that you two spoke about just now too…”

Looks? Things? What looks? What things?

One iced venti hazelnut latte, low fat, and one caramel frap, tall.

See, I finally got it right.