&& — new millennium.

Of course Sage would laugh at a joke about old people dying. “Yeah, long live.” He paused, before throwing a thumb over his shoulder. “I, uh, should probably get going. We should talk later.” He already started walking backwards as he spoke.

“Yeah, sure,” she replied, turning on her heels and walking in the opposite direction. “You still have my number,” she added, turning around so that she was facing him again. “Let me know when you wanna sort out the thing.”

“Cool beans,” he replied, impressed (but still anxious as hell). “Assistech is really taking off– except our clients keep dying.” He offered yet another stupid smile at his joke, half-desperate to get away.

"Well, congratulations,” she replied, trying to keep a straight face but breaking it within seconds to laugh. She wasn’t sure what about what he said was so funny, but regardless, it tickled her. “Long live Assistech.”

“I don’t think you can technically call it re-divorcing.” He cracked a half grin, a horrible attempt to lighten the mood. “Work, huh? Still at that magazine?” He was visibly nervous, almost scared that someone was going to be able to see their relationship status printed out in floating words beside them.

Even though Julius was now smiling, Sage’s frown refused to fade. “Then don’t,” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders. “Yeah... I’m an editor now,” she replied, straightening up a bit. She loved an opportunity to brag about her position. It made her feel important, and she loved to feel important. 

He paused, taken aback. “I– I wasn’t saying that. But we might as well take care of our little… problem, you know? I’m not being ridiculous here!” Great, three minutes in and they were already arguing. Just like old times!

“I never said you were,” she replied, taking a long sip from her Starbucks cup to buy herself some time to think of a response. “While re-divorcing you sounds like a dream, I have work to do, so it’ll have to wait.”

“Um… nothing else? Not here to… finalize anything?” He raised an eyebrow and slowly shook his head, unsure if she actually remembered their situation.

“No, nothing at all.” If she were looking for closure, this meeting would have been planned, not by chance. “This may be hard to believe, but my life doesn’t revolve around you.”

"Living,” she replied tersely, not wanting to have too deep of a conversation with the male. “I assume you’re doing the same.”

"No, Camille’s not difficult at all. I can understand adding an ‘h’ between the ‘c’ and the ‘a’, but Camel’s just lazy.”

“There’ll be a 20/20 special about us... Or better, BBC. Everyone gets BBC.”