It was almost midnight when Cathy and Andrew finally decided to leave the restaurant - they were the very last clients of the night. They only agreed to leave, not a single word said about what they were doing after. Hours of almost continuous enthusiastic conversations culminated in a peculiar moment of quietness while they picked up their coats and took the elevator. Every move felt weird, inappropriate, risky… What were they, exactly? Their story was filled with every amount of touch possible, their mouths just professed reminiscent words of their time together… Yet there were still eight months between them, eight months in a mutual attempt to let each other go. None of them was sure of what was going on inside their (own) minds. But they knew the night wasn’t over yet.
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