A/N: sorry it took so long. I have no excuses. REVIEW!
Oliver thumbed his coffee cup and glanced at the clock. He was sitting in the Java Cat, impatient, waiting for her.
Sitting here reminded him of Cathy. They had come here many times, ordering pumpkin spice lattes and talking about work and sports and all sorts of things. It made him feel guilty, guilty that he was meeting this blast from the past here.
But when Lilly walked in, he forgot everything else. He stood up fast, almost knocking over his coffee. "Hey," he breathed, sounding a bit insane. She looked amazing, in her straight legged jeans tucked into fashionable boots, and a pink, silky, springtime camisole. Her hair was down and curly, and a pink skiing top sat on her head. Never mind that she was wearing a skiing cap in April, she pulled it off as she always could.
"Hi." She sat down and nodded when a waiter asked if he could get her coffee. Her eyes darted around, refusing to make eye contact.
"So…does this mean we're okay?" He said softly, in almost a whisper.
She shrugged. "I guess so." She felt awkward, sitting here with him. Then she saw something that made her want to cry. She got that sudden tight feeling in her chest, and refused to let herself. Not here, not in front of him.
"I see congratulations are in order," she said stiffly, motioning towards his ring.
His hand covered it on instinct and he nodded. "Thanks. Are you…do you…?"
"I live with my boyfriend. Ned Bigby."
"Oh," said Oliver, kind of wishing he hadn't asked. So Lilly hadn't been pining for him. Not that he had expected her to.
Lilly squeezed her eyes shut. She had a good life with Ned. They lived in an apartment. She had a cat named KitKat. He loved her, that much was sure. But she had always wanted…more. A life with an exciting person, a boy who knew her better then she knew herself. She had always wanted Oliver.
"Did you ever…think about me?" She regretted the words the instant they left her mouth.
"All the time!" Oliver whispered it, but he wanted to yell it, post it on a billboard, write it in the sky with a thousand airplanes. "I'm so sorry, Lilly. I'm so, so sorry. I made…the worst mistake a person could make."
"No," She stood up hurridly, faster then he had. "Don't do this, Oliver. Go home. To Cathy."
He felt his face get hot. "Lilly," he pleaded. "She's a nice person. We have a good life…but I always wanted more! A great life! Something I could only have with you!"
"You didn't," said Lilly, as she started crying, not caring that she was drawing attention to herself. "You didn't want me, remember? You just left! You totally deserted me!"
"Lilly," begged Oliver. But Lilly was walking as fast as she could out of the Java Cat, towards her hotel.
Oliver leaned forward and laid his head on the table, feeling like he was about to cry himself.