It was just a one night stand between two strangers. A drunken night of sex that was meant to mean nothing the following day. Yet here you were. Seeing him again in a quiet café after requesting to see him. Bad news in tow.

It was easy to say it. You had no connection to him and expected the baby to be aborted. Yet as the tension sat and you realised it wasn't actually easy to say... he just continued to watch you silently. As if the words didn't make a blind bit of difference.