it had to happen sometime...

You've gone to one of the best church services ever, where the guest speaker that night just told it like it was and you walk out feeling all inspired. You're a bit peckish, so you and your other half, decide to go and eat. You're both sitting there eating arguably Perth's best burgers when someone walks through the door and all appetite is lost (good burger or otherwise).

What's his face. Of all the places to rock up to on a Sunday night, he had to go to the exact same one that I was dining at. For cyring out loud, there's one-point-something-or-other million people living in Perth, why oh why did he have to be there then?!

My facial expression must have tipped me off. The 'look of impending doom' will do that to you on a regular basis. Adam asked, 'How are you?'
'Actually, I'm shitting myself,' I mubmled.
'What's wrong?'
'He's here.'
'Who's here?'
'You know, him.'

Thankfully, he didn't come over and make small talk. That may or may not have ended in tears or a shouting match. He just walked around with an uncomfortable swagger. Adam finished my burger, I finished our milkshake, we left.

Once outside, I gave Adam the biggest hug ever in the middle of the sidewalk. He deserved it.

On the way home, Adam said he was slightly put out by it all. He always imagined us bumping into his ex first. Ok...