“Were you surprised to see me on May Day?”
“Yeah. I didn’t expect to see you again – for years at least.”
I was back at the cafe where I’d first started hanging out with Mo, watching him sip a beer he’d brought in with him.
We had a pretty good conversation. He talked a bit about his travels, showed me too many pictures. We reminisced about the time we’d spent getting to know each other. I told him about my romantic relationship with Ron, which Mo had seen forming before I was aware of (or willing to admit to) my own feelings. And we talked about languages.
Then he brought up the elephant in the room: the reason why he’s moving. I’d found out from someone else, and Mo had said I should hear his side. So I agreed.