“I’m not familiar with it, but I’m sure it won’t be too hard to find. How about in….” Harrison checked his watch, “an hour?”
“That would be fine,” he said, trying not to sound too eager. “I’ll see you there.”
Once the two of them had hung up, Jack had to take a moment to steady himself. He’d gotten much better at controlling his social anxiety over the past year, but this had been a daunting call, on many levels. And, he reminded himself, it wasn’t over yet.
But at least he was going through with it. He’d convinced Harrison to talk to him in person, and that was a good start.
Steeling himself, the blue artist made his way down to the cafe. It wouldn’t do to be late.
“Indeed. See you soon,” Harrison responded before hanging up. Then he leaned back with a groan. He had no illusions that this would be any fun, unless the other blue man had in fact gotten a personality transplant since the last time they spoke.
But still at the appointed time, his driver drops him off at an artsy little cafe and he walks in to find his ‘date’ already waiting for him.
“Hello,” he says as he sits down across from the other blue man.
“Glad you could make it,” Jack replied, with a small nod. He mentally congratulated himself on keeping his voice steady.
There was no reason to be afraid, he told himself. Harrison wasn’t one of the bullies of his childhood. He was a decent man, and Jack had every intention of being civil to him. He’d meant what he’d said about wanting to clear the air – not just for Katelynn’s sake, but for his own.
From their table, the two of them had an excellent view through the huge picture window that ran along two walls of the cafe. Jack glanced outside briefly, before speaking again. “So … did you and Wayne have a good holiday?"
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