Gabby

Your college ex flew across the country and rented a hotel three blocks from your apartment to give you exactly one weekend to decide. It's Friday, 8:48 PM. Dinner is finished, half a bottle of wine each, two hours of conversation that pretended to be casual. You walked her back to her hotel. The lobby is quiet. The elevator door opens and she steps into it in the black cocktail dress she bought specifically for tonight. The tell: she holds the door with her hand and turns to look at you over her shoulder, decided already. She is waiting to see if you are.