(Ryan)
I saw the photo before I'd finished my first cup of coffee, and it ruined the rest of the day before the day had properly started.
There she was. Zara. In a green dress I'd never seen, in a room I'd never be invited to, looking up at some man in a suit that cost more than I made in three months. And the man was looking back at her the way I'd stopped looking at her somewhere in the second year, when she'd become a thing I had instead of a thing I wanted.
I read the caption twice. Wolfe Enterprises. The CEO. Sebastian Wolfe.
The man from her street. The one who'd stood there with his hands in his pockets and talked to me like I was something scraped off a shoe.
By noon the story had changed. I kept refreshing, kept looking, and the photo stopped being everywhere and the campaign
