Page 59 of Falling for My Ex Next Door

“Can I have a latte?” She asked, afterwards.

“Yes.”

When I returned with her order, she asked if I could sit with her momentarily. I had no problem with it.

Her look was still mesmerizing, and I couldn’t help but admire her.

Her outfit was impeccable and exquisite. Her jet-black hair was styled in a timeless chignon, and her makeup was subtle. Her entire look was understated, but you could hardly pass by her without turning back to look at her again.

“You make a nice latte.” She said, sounding so sophisticated. “I didn’t know you’d reconnect with my son in Sunnyvale. I wanted to see him often, but you know how obstinate he can be.” She softly chuckled.

I twitched a small smile.

“At first, I thought of requesting a transfer to a branch closer home, but I reconsidered, thinking about how much he needed to get away from all of the hurt the breakup brought him.”

“Oh,” was all that escaped my lips.

“But then, I think I made a good decision. Jacob might not have reconnected with you if he hadn’t stayed in Sunnyvale. Jacob is tethered to you.” She smiled.

I blinked.

She smacked her lips, just like her daughter would do.

“I hope I did not make you uncomfortable with my questions last night.” She inquired.

“No, you didn’t.”

“I know I asked this last night, but do you not have thoughts of getting back together?” She was staring at me.

I swallowed.

“I think Jacob still loves you.” She said, sipping her latte.

“Did he say that to you?” I wanted to know.

“No, but I am not blind to his emotions. I saw you two yesterday, at the party.” She looked at me with some kind of knowing.

I suddenly felt my cheeks burn.

She heaved a sigh of contentment. “I just wanted to drop by and say hello.” She said and carefully tucked a hundred dollar bill under the saucer, then she rose to her feet.

“Thank you.” I stood up.

Turning around, she prepared to leave. However, she suddenly turned back to look at me.

“It’s okay to fall in love with him again.”

***

After the lunch rush, I gave my mom a call. It had been a while since I spoke with her.

“I was hoping you’d come to visit; it’s December, and a few weeks away will not do any harm.” She began.

“Of course, it will, Mom. Did you forget I have to work to pay the bank monthly?”

“No, I didn’t. I can give you the money; in return, you’d spend some weeks with me and your father.” She cried.

“But you were here, in Sunnyvale, not too long ago.”

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