Don't own anything, please don't sue, tile from Tim McGraw and Faith Hill song.
It started out as a normal day in the shop, I had popped upstairs to answer a phone call. On the way down I heard a very familiar voice.
"Is Miranda here?"
"Mike? What are you doing here?"
"Will you come for a coffee with me?"
"Erm, sure, just not next door, I don't think Gary will be too pleased to see us together."
We made inane small talk on the way to a small coffee shop we used to go to when we were dating. When we had finally ordered and made ourselves comfortable on the pair of battered sofas in the corner he began to speak.
"I know you are wondering why I asked you here."
I nodded in response.
"I have news that I wanted you to hear firsthand, rather than through gossip, and I have a question that has been troubling me for months."
"Go on."
"I'll do the news first, I've been seeing one of the make up women, Hannah, and there is no other way to say this, she's pregnant."
"Oh Mike, that's wonderful news, in thrilled for you both."
"And now to the bit I have been dreading. I know it was an emotional time, but why did you turn down my proposal? I appreciate you may have wanted to explain at the time, but my ego couldn't cope with the rejection."
"I loved being with you, I loved the fact that I was loved by you, but I wasn't in love with you. It didn't help that that afternoon Gary had told me he was in love with me."
"So, if he hadn't would you have accepted?"
"I think so, but I would have ended it before the wedding, I could never marry someone I didn't love."
"I'm glad we've done this, so friends?"
"Friends."
With this we shook hands and went our separate ways, but promised to make this a weekly thing, because that's what friends do.