Ellen found herself sitting in a quiet corner of a small café, her eyes fixed on the dark wooden table in front of her as she absently traced the pattern with her fingertips. Gerald was getting comfortable in his chair across from her. She had sent Vivi home with the groceries, insisting that she'd take care of things from here, but now she couldn't quite figure out why she had agreed to come with Gerald in the first place.
She could have easily walked away, refused to engage in whatever it was he wanted to discuss. Yet, something had compelled her to stay. Maybe it was the feeling that it was bound to happen, the knowledge that Gerald would have shown up at her doorstep anyway if she hadn't agreed to meet him here. Or maybe, deep down, she wanted to know what he had to say.
