The fool who stayed

By the time I opened my eyes, you were sitting in front of me. ‘Did you sleep with my girlfriend?’ you asked.

I was sitting at a bar, drinking coffee, reading a manga on my phone, when I looked up and saw a figure walking towards me. My eyes were dizzy from staring at black-and-white pictures. By the time I rubbed and opened them, you were sitting in front of me, wearing hell on your face. I asked you what the matter was, but you’d raised your hand, signalling the waiter to come to our table.