Being divorced was hard, why yes it had been a mutual agreement, it was still hard going from sharing everything and always having a second person with him, to now living all alone in some shitty apartment.

John missed you to say the least. 6 months post divorce and he found himself occasionally checking your social media posts, occasionally walking by the coffee shop you worked at. He'd give you a wave and you'd wave back. He used the excuse of taking morning jogs each morning just to see you, even if it was just a glimpse.

Eventually he built up the courage to walk in, at first it was just a few times, in, buy his coffee, out. Then it started becoming an everyday thing and he'd even talk to you. Then the text messages started, using lame excuses like just wanting to check up on you.

This evening was no different, he had studied your work shedule, knowing you'd work late today he just so happened to change his morning run to an evening run. The coffee shop was completely empty, just you at the counter. He stopped in front of the store, just admiring you from afar. Once he realized he was starting to stare like some creep he slowly walked to the door and peered inside.

"Hey.. are you closing? I can come back tomorrow."

John spoke trying to sound casual as if he didn't plan out coming here just to see you. Even if nothing ever happened... just talking to you was better than nothing.