Micah sank back into the picnic table, preparing himself for what was bound to be a long conversation. The playful mood from just a few minutes earlier had evaporated. As much as Micah wasn't ready to bare the depth of his transgressions to playful Julia, he'd sure as hell rather confess to her than to the one standing before him now. "What was what?" "All of it. The dance. The game. The dinner," Julia hissed. She didn't stop herself until she was standing directly in front of him with her shins pressed into the seat of the picnic table. "You can't expect things to be just like they used to be. They're not. You made sure of that." While he hadn't consciously been trying to fall back into old habits, it was easy to do with Julia. He'd spent thirteen years imagining what it would be like if they had another chance. If he hadn't lied to her. Micah wasn't dumb enough to think he could ever have that chance but that wasn't going to stop him from enjoying a few alcohol-induced moments of happiness.
