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A/N Sophie sees Victor months after they broke up...
"Victor!"
Sophie was heading towards the front door of The New Yorker when she saw her ex-fiancé entering the building.
"Sophie, wow…" he replied, sounding just as surprised to see her as she was to see him.
"How've you been?" It had been months since she had seen him last.
"Good, you?"
"Good," she answered adding, "What are you doing here?"
"I'm meeting Tanya."
Sophie knew of only one Tanya that worked in the building. "Tanya Clark, the editor of the New Yorker's food section?"
He nodded. "I met her a couple weeks ago when she came into the restaurant."
She smiled, unsure of what to say. The silence between them lasted only moments before Victor said "So, I heard that you are living in London and seeing the grandson of the woman you wrote about in Italy."
"Charlie. Claire's grandson," she said, affirming his statement. "I'm in town for a meeting with Bobby." Bobby was her boss at the New Yorker.
"He wants you to do another story?"
"Yeah, one about the history of how people started writing letters to Juliet."
"That's great! I bet you'll do a wonderful job writing it."
Sophie glanced at her watch and smiled at Victor. "Thanks. Anyways I should be going but it was nice seeing you."
"It was nice seeing you too, Sophie," he said.