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I watched him in high school. Knew his reputation. Knew he was wealthy, privileged, and mean.He ran the show back then, a partier and a player.Then he came back from college, back to the town I never left. He s different now.He comes into the bar, and I know his routine.I know which stool he ll pick.I know his favorite drink. I know which sports team he ll want on the television screen.And I watch as he gets hit on.Sometimes he leaves the bar with a woman. Sometimes he doesn t.But I m always there, tending to his drinks. He gives me a smile and a polite nod back.Then one night, after a long appraising stare, he asked, Ava, why are you single? I leaned in, told him a lie, knowing the truth.What I didn t know was that my world was about to shatter after that night.
Something else I didn t know: would the man I watched all those years help put my heart back together… or smash it into pieces?