the who cares girl: a really short story part II

She walked with a donut in one hand and a coffee in the other. She didn't care about dinner rules. Nor her insomnia. She is not the planning type of person. Only one of her boyfriends lives close to her so it all works out. The others are either out of state, or long long distance too far away for the talk about the future. It is raining and when she flies through the train station entrance and forces through the turnstile she gets the return text "i can't. i have to work early in the am." For a split second she wondered if she's scared Adam off. She texted, but didn't send. Reconsidered, and again, abandoned the idea altogether. She shimmied over to nearby bench, popped a squat, and finished her last bite. Sipping on coffee at 6:30 pm on a Friday night she noticed how many people actually were around her. She called boyfriend #2, but he wasn't answering. So she sat, for about an hour, and stared off into space. Her girlfriends were at the next train stop having martinis, but she felt indifferent about the whole night now. Something felt shut off, which she had never really felt before. She decided to walk back home. When she turned the corner to her apartment Adam was there pacing near her door.