She watched him meticulously peel the label off his beer bottle, using the distraction to avoid eye contact.
“I met this girl so fine…”
Shoving the lime wedge down the neck of her dark import, she rolled her eyes at his flirting, and the irony of the Lyle Lovett lyric.
The label free, he laid it flat on the table and smoothed out the wrinkles. If only he gave as much attention to their failed relationship.
Finally looking up, a well of tears was a nice touch. “What happened to us?”
“You cheated on me, then moved away to Texas.”