“Honest, babe. It’s not you. Well, it is, but at least you know, right?” Samantha licked at the spoon before stabbing at another chunk of ice cream in her bowl. Nothing beat cookies and cream for a break up feast.
James sat across from her with a stunned look on his face. “But… why? Did I say something wrong? Was it that thing with your dad?”
Samantha shook her head. “No, you just don’t interest me anymore.”
“After four years… Are you serious?”
She nodded. “Yep. Too bad you’re not ice cream. Can you leave? I have a date coming.”