The diner was closed, most everyone gone. He had come to see her the way he always did at the end of the day, hoping to spend time with her even though they hadn’t made plans. The look in her eyes told him he was going to be disappointed in a major way. He saw nervousness, sadness and a pinch of his old favorite look—pity. Fuck! “Hi,” she said in a soft, motherly voice, and man wasn’t that weird? “Come in and shut the door please.” He did as she asked and leaned against the closed door, not willing to get too close to her until he knew what was going on. “Is there a problem?” he asked in a voice rough with worry. God, he hated to sound needy. She took a noticeably deep breath before saying, “Not exactly. I just think we need to talk.” “Shit.” He couldn’t keep the curse from popping out of his mouth. He looked away with a grimace. Talking in woman-speak was synonymous with dumping, as in she was about to dump him. “Please sit down, Sean.” Her voice was so soft and soothing it made him want to scream.
