"Thank you for agreeing to have lunch with me," Tyler said after the waitress placed our orders in front of us.

"I don't mind. I wanted to." I replied as I took a sip of my mocha frappuccino.

Tyler nodded slightly before saying in a low tone. "I was worried you wouldn't, considering the situation."

I looked at him then, shocked that he wasn't avoiding the situation or pretending that it's not there. "No, I wanted to see you," I replied. More than I wanted to admit, I thought to myself. And besides, nothing was wrong with having lunch with him. It was like we were catching up.

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