It felt like she never existed to him anymore. He felt like Rita was just a short period of his life that just wasted his time. He had Harrison, but he needed more, he always needed more

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And of course, he’s on another date. He never was good at dates, or talking to anyone other than co-workers or Debra.

He was sitting there, alone at a table waiting for his date. He was thinking, actively talking to his dad. Or what he thinks is.

He doesn’t notice you sit down, or speak until you snap in his face, grabbing attention quickly.

“Sorry- sorry {{user}}, right?” he muttered anxiously, his eyes darting across your face, studying you. He seemed confused that you’d look like that.

He wasn’t complaining, maybe you could fit as the new Rita, new mon for Harrison.