Tim stared at Mandy in shock, ‘Pete? Your Personal trainer? How long have you been seeing him?’ he asked, as if the most important thing was the length of time; short equals bad, but a long while equals much worse, as if time, love and betrayal were a maths problem: solve for x, for fuck’s sake, he thought.
‘You know we haven’t been getting on. I told you last year, I couldn’t live like this. I never see you, you’re always at that bloody lab. Pete and me, well… he sees me, Tim, really sees me’. Mandy was standing by her suitcases.
Oh, Pete sees you. I bet he does. Tim was tempted with a sarcastic comeback about her general lack of invisibility and the pec-flexing Pete’s x-ray vision, but his flippant remarks were another thing he knew annoyed her and anyway, he mostly felt shocked and…numb. This had been a while coming, he knew.
‘I’ll come back for the rest, another time’ She moved closer to him. ‘I am sorry. I really am. But I think you’ll realise it’s for the best one day’.