Emmy paid for her purchases and started walking to the door. Chad walked beside her and said, “Em, why don’t we just grab some a quick cup of coffee?” She didn’t want to be mean but she had already said no.
“Chad, look, I already said no. I don’t know why you’re pushing the issue and I don’t really like it. I came here to get a quick gift for an event I am about to go to. I have plans. I don’t have time for this. And frankly, Chad, I really don’t want to. I’m not trying to be mean, but running into you caught me by surprise and I just want to get back to what I had planned. I’m sorry if you don’t get it. But I have to go or I am going to be late.”
Chad looked at her with an expression that was a mixture of puzzlement and frustration. He walked with her as she kept a quick pace toward her car. “Dammit, Emmy, I was just trying to be nice! We haven’t seen each other in a long time and I was trying to be nice. And you won’t let me! You never let me!”
The way he said that made her angry. Let him be nice? Really? She was stopping him from being nice because she was trying to stand on her own two feet and go to an event she had planned to attend for two months? Yes, it was all her fault. It always was. Emmy wasn’t going to argue with him, though. There was no point. She had learned that years ago.
“Chad, I’m sorry you’re upset, but this isn’t about you. This is about me having plans for quite a while and I am not willing to break them and I am not willing to be late either. I’m not angry or trying to make you angry, but I do have to go. Send me an email or something.”
- Fiction Piece (survivingmiddleage.wordpress.com)