It was an odd feeling, standing in a town he assumed heād been to before but couldnāt remember. Had he stood in this coffee shop before? Did he know the people around him? Had he ever actually been to Westport before? He assumed he had, given that his apparent wife had filed for divorce there, but he couldnāt recall it. Or most things. In Boston, although things had changed from what he remembered, he could still find his way around and he had acclimatised over the months since heād been released from the hospital. Westport was a whole new ball game, one that set the usually confident football player on edge.
Taking his coffee from the counter, he thanked the barista before making his way to the sugar counter, a brunette catching his eyes on his way past. He didnāt know what the protocol was for talking to women when he seemed to be married to someone he didnāt remember, but it couldnāt hurt to sayĀ āhelloā, right? Dumping a couple of sugars into his coffee, Alex sauntered up towards her. As he got closer, he could see she was pretty, stunning even. He had to at least talk to her.Ā āHi.ā He spoke softly as he stood next to her, a wide smile on his face.Ā āSorry, Iām new to town and the whole talking to strangers in coffee shops is pretty frowned upon in Boston but hi, Iām Alex.ā @themaiaprescott
