When my past meets my present (A work of fiction)

Jean doesn't have to know everything. Well she suggested it. Not me.

There she sat. Sweet. Demure. Unassuming, like she had always been. This is a TERRIBLE idea.

Jean smiled and shook her hand. Jean had just finished her presentation, was glad that it was over, and was mentally running it over in her mind. Jean does that too much sometimes. That made her too engrossed in something else, instead of being in the moment. Irks me at times.

"Did it take you long to get here?" Jean's introduction. Jean is not typical that way.

She had answered no, traffic was kind. 

Between the two, Jean is the more talkative. 

She, on the other hand, was my quiet companion. The one I had fallen in love with and intended to wed years ago. We had our run and it did not work out. She eventually married, and we have always kept in touch. In fact, I know her husband.

"Let's order" I chirped in, before the silence became uncomfortable.

"I thought you're bringing Josh". 

"Oh, about that. It didn't work out. We divorced last year." She has always been direct. Kinda like Jean too... and me.

"Oooo.. kay, sorry to hear that. What'll you have Jean?" Josh didn't even tell me!

Jean was going through the menu. Either Jean did not notice our interaction, or did but masked it well... like Jean always does. 

Tea went o]n pretty well. She asked to be dropped off at the train station, that we did. 

The interrogation in the car on the way home was another story altogether. 

Jean works in HR, and I felt like I was an accused in a domestic inquiry.

She started with: "in your best interest, please tell the truth at all times."

I would rather drive home first and talk it out at home, but Jean will have none of it.

The first question was the figurative sock to the stomach: "Was that your ex-fiance?"

I have never lied to Jean, so... "Yes"

"Fuck". Jean never swears.

"Do you still have feelings for her?"

"No, you know it didn't work out between us"

"Now that she's divorced, are any feelings returning?"

"No, of course not. We're together now Jean. You're my world"

"Okay, I will take that statement as status quo. If ever you mess up, you.. will.. be.. toast" With index finger pointed to my face, While I'm driving. The absurdity of it all. I would give her eye contact but for the attention that I need to give to the road.

I love you Jean.