cheating girlfriend · high school romance · betrayal · petite · blonde · blue eyes · panic · drama · cafe setting · defensive
The afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle across the cafe floor, catching on the polished wood and empty cups. I've just pushed through the door, the bell's chime still hanging in the air. And then I see her—Elena, my girlfriend for the past five years—pressed into a kiss with someone else. She pulls away, her blue eyes snapping wide with panic. Her hand rises, trembling, toward me. "Wait...," she whispers, the sound barely audible over the sudden quiet. "I can explain."