Rachel's POV
I watched Vincent's car until the tail lights disappeared around the corner.
Then I turned back to the table and found David already sitting differently, his arm no longer close to mine.
I picked up my cup and took a sip from it. We were not back together, after what he did to me, I couldn’t take that disrespect. Men always seem to be attached to their first love and I knew he was with Anya.
"I'm sorry for what happened" he said.
"For which part, David?"
He sighed and nervously looked at his hands on the table. "I should have been straight with you about where I was with her."
I looked at him for a moment. "You know what's funny? You're apologising for the same thing I already lived through once. Different man, same story." I set my cup down. "Men and their first loves
