Nicole is irritated by my presence and doesn't try to hide it. I wonder why she doesn't just get up and walk away. Erratically she shakes her head, mouth in the shape of an O. I'm not sure what else to say to her, or ask her, without offending her further. I feel like I'm navigating a minefield.
"How long were you and your boyfriend together?" I ask.
"Three years. I have a feeling your next question is going to be where we met?" I motion for her to continue with my hand. "I had a close friend from my undergrad that lived in Wolphville at the time. I was spending the weekend with her and we went out to the bar one night and he was there. He asked me out, I was drunk and accepted, tried to back out of the date the next day after I sobered up, he convinced me to give him a shot, I gave him
