She looked at him, hearing his question, but she wasn’t expecting the rest of it. She sighed softly, grabbing her cup, “we’re not back together. We just talked.
” She shrugged. She didn’t think it was that serious. They were just talking. “We’re not even on good terms. We’re working on it.
” She didn’t want to get into it too much because she didn’t know where it was going to go. “He’s the one who wanted to talk. The town is small. I rather talk than crossing the street just to avoid him.
” She wasn’t that person. She wanted to talk things out and hope they could work as friends.