Max ate his ice cream slowly, the spoon scraping softly against the glass bowl. He didn't go after Blanka because there was no point, it was not like he wanted to date her or could give her what she wanted. Everyone has a decision to make, and hers was simply not to accept the way he lived. He couldn't blame her for that.
Hmm, it's good
The cold ice cream melted on his tongue, sweet and smooth, the chill spreading through his mouth and down his throat. The soft music in the background played quietly, plates clinking here and there, low voices blending into a calm hum.
The restaurant hadn't changed at all, only his table felt emptier now. Max just sat there and finished his dessert like nothing happened, posture straight, movements normal, like this was just another evening, he didn't know if he was still friends with her or not. Maybe not.
Maybe I am a pathetic person in her eyes?
