I watched him in high school. or smash it into pieces?.
Something else I didn\'t know: would the man I watched all those years help put my heart back together...
What I didn\'t know was that my world was about to shatter after that night.
Then one night, after a long appraising stare, he asked, Ava, why are you single? I leaned in, told him a lie, knowing the truth.
He gives me a smile and a polite nod back.
But I\'m always there, tending to his drinks.
Sometimes he doesn\'t.
Sometimes he leaves the bar with a woman.
And I watch as he gets hit on.
I know which sports team he\'ll want on the television screen.
I know his favorite drink.
I know which stool he\'ll pick.
He comes into the bar, and I know his routine.
He\'s different now.
Then he came back from college, back to the town I never left.
He ran the show back then, a partier and a player.
Knew he was wealthy, privileged, and mean .
Knew his reputation.
I watched him in high school
