“It was a funny sort of weekend, wasn’t it?” Derek said, generously spreading out the fresh bagels he’d brought with him.  “Weird vibes all around.”

“You’re telling me,” I muttered, diving into the bagels as if I’d not eaten since the last time Derek brought food.  “I’m still not quite sure I was the person who experienced my weekend.  A little too dramatic for my normal liking.”

The days leading up to Tuesday breakfast with Derek had been wrought with unsettling, vulnerable emotions which plagued me, continually, throughout most of my weekend.  The situation with Jon had come to a head (much as I had anticipated it might, though the emotional bee-sting was deeper than expected), leaving my seemingly-strong ego slightly tattered and very bruised.

“What was so dramatic about it?” Derek inquired innocently.  I had, up until that point, almost forgotten that he didn’t know about my strange little non-fling with the man who was never meant to be mine.  Then again, no one did, save for Soundman Sam (due largely in part to his geographical displacement and utter lack of knowledge base regarding that facet of my life).  Removing Jon’s involvement in my weekend drastically cut down on the level of expected drama, and I was left fumbling for my next words.

“I saw the Coworker,” I muttered, hoping this would be enough of a shock to fill in the dramatic gaps.  Derek chuckled a bit – not out of surprise, per se, but more with an air of expectancy…a hint of, ‘I told you so’.

“I hope to Christ you don’t refer to me to other people by some stupid nickname,” he laughed.  “If I find out you do, I’m gonna stinger splash your ass.  Now…do tell.”

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