a reunion (with a disappointing lack of nebby)

Wearing your best poker face, you call his bluff. (No hearts were broken in the making of this long con.)

Once, you’d thought that the hardest part of work was the public speaking. 

Since the depositions, it’s gotten a little more complicated than that. 

He is visible through the throng of the crowd, and you are angled to the side, dark suit over your broad shoulders. You see him, in the corner of your eyes. Peripheral, like he is not really there.

After the fireworks.

You’re him but at the same time you’re not, because. Because you’re in love with him.