Wasted

Joan ran into with Elliot by chance many years later. After he had taken off without any warning. It was in a coffee shop in Vancouver – that was where she had heard he had gone. He was at the bar huddled over a coffee; seemed like he was a regular. He looked older than she knew he was – scruffy – although still handsome. She imagined him in some spare digs close by. Obviously not being cared for by a woman. Probably still loving and leaving. She turned her head, hoping he had not seen her, purchased her take-out coffee and left.