Lucy's pov;At the restaurant, I order water from the waitress before she leaves for another customer. Matt, "Why don't we have drinks since we're meeting after a long time?" asks with an easy grin. "I'm still not... used to the whole 'drinking ' thing," There was a silence that I didn't know how to break, I felt uncomfortable. He cleared his throat and continued, "How's your father? Is he still drinking as much as ever?" He asked it with concern, I think. I shrugged, "Not really. Because he passed away not long after when you left." The environment was silent until Matt said, "Sorry" in almost a whisper. I nodded and said, "Let's not talk about him ." We smiled at each other but didn't speak. He turned to look outside, staring blankly out of the large glass window, a clouded expression on his face, he sighed softly. "What about you? How has your life been?" I asked hesitantly. He looked back at me and laughed a sad, dry chuckle saying, "It hasn't been great. I mean, there
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