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Then, before I knew it, he was sitting at the table next to me, joining some dark-haired woman who<br />
had an empty seat at her table. They introduced themselves and fell into an easy banter as they ate.<br />
Watching him grin at her, making her laugh, hurt my stomach. I regarded my imaginary rival as<br />
discreetly as I could. She was pretty and fit, but I bet she didn’t know that Mark had chosen the band<br />
name the Careless Ones from The Great Gatsby, a book she’d probably never read, having cribbed<br />
notes in junior high from people like me. Bet she wouldn’t even like Mark’s music. Minutes later I<br />
watched him say goodbye to her by punching his number into her phone, imagining that he was giving<br />
it to me.<br />
What happened to me? Where did I go?<br />
“Are you okay?”<br />
Had I said that out loud? I had said it out loud … directly to the dark-haired woman who’d been<br />
talking to Mark Drury and was now sitting alone. She stood, picked up a glass of water from her table<br />
and moved in slow motion towards me. She placed the glass in front of me, a concerned look on her<br />
face.<br />
“Are you okay?” she asked again.<br />
To this day, I have no idea why I said yes when she asked if she could join me; I so rarely spoke to<br />
strangers. But as my mother would say, “Some things are fatefully divine and some are just divinely<br />
fated.”