A small and thoughtful story from Hasty.
I pretend not to notice or care. That’s just life. It happens.
I see you reading, messaging, answering, flirting, complimenting, spending time elsewhere and giving all your attention away. I sit in the corner picking at my food wondering if you would notice if I stood to leave.
I watch as your eyes find pleasure from your conversation. Your lips turning up into a smile and as you chuckle I put down my fork and pull my napkin from my lap. You don’t notice.
You pick up your glass to take a sip but your eyes never leave your phone. I clear my throat. You don’t notice.
You sit your phone down for a second and take a bite of food. You finally look at me… barely. I stand up to leave. I don’t say anything. Neither do you.
When I look back you are putting your phone in your…
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