Their eyes met from across the room, and as soon as they locked, they looked away. They averted each other’s glance.
They moved in the same social circles. So they were bound to run into each other. But they didn’t want to give each other the pleasure of the knowing that they had noticed them.
She was wearing the dress he thought looked good on her. The one she had complained was too short and made her look fat. The one he wanted to see her in, because he was confident that she looked gorgeous in, but she refused to wear as she felt it cheapened her.
He wondered what changed, now that she was wearing same thing that she swore she would never wear.
He always wondered why had she picked it up and spent all that money on it in the first place, if she never ever wanted to wear it.
She noted that he had lost his chubbiness and looked nice and lean. He had lost all that weight that had refused to go snd clung on to him.
She always chided him for being a bit too lazy, and encouraged to join her for walks and runs, if not hitting the gym.
But he loved his curves and always joked that round was a shape too, and he loved being round. It meant that there was more of him to be loved.
She wondered what changed that thinking. And though he looked handsome and lean, she missed the old charming him.
As he stole glance at her wondering who was the dude she was with.
He was typical himbo, someone too much about himself and his looks and muscles and social presence, and his brands. He lacked, or appeared lacking, the basic intellect a woman like her deserved.
She was just an arm Candy. Something she always refused to be.
She was independent and strong-willed, and that what had drawn him to her.
Would he stand up for her and defend her honour and and her views, if anyone challenged her, he wondered. Would he be willing to get his knuckles bloodied for her.
He was just a another pretty boy, who was more about his looks and visual appeal. He was sure he could take him on any day.
He wondered what happened, what changed! When did she lowered her standards. She deserved better.
She had caught him staring in her direction like he always did.
He was with one of those typical bimbetts, a social butterfly. Someone who wouldn’t even have given him a second glance if they had known the old him.
But now she was all over him, like the weight that had previously clung to him.
She had her hands all over him.
She wondered if he liked all the attention he was getting from this airhead.
But then she knew he also had that expression, the one of his over protectiveness, the one where he felt like he needed to protect her, something she didn’t quite like about him.
She had loved that he had cared for her, but she was independent enough to fight her own battles, and didn’t always need someone to fight them for her.
She was sure he was sizing up the man she was with, and from the looks of it, he wasn’t impressed, and was just waiting to prove his point.
He saw her staring at him and his date, and instinctively he knew what she thinking.
He had loved that she was independent and self-reliant, but did she always have to do thing herself. Once in a way she needed to let someone take care of her. She was so difficult to read.
And did she had to have an opinion about everything and everyone. He knew just what she was thinking about his date. Did she always have to be so judgemental, and make a quick judgement about everyone.
Somethings never really change.
As the night went by they mingled around their respective social circles, trying to avoid the each other, but at the same time eyeing each other, glancing in each other’s direction, trying to avoid giving the other the pleasure catching them staring at them, but knowing they were noticing each other, realising how much had changed since they were last together.
