Next Time Never Comes
Language: en
I was terrible at foreign languages, yet I ended up dating a diplomat who was fluent in eight. On my birthday, I arrived at the foreign restaurant Arthur had booked, brimming with excitement. Only when the waiter smiled and asked for the seventh time did I finally receive a message from him: [Stuck at work. Go ahead and order without me, don't wait up.] Right after that, I saw a new post from his "the one that got away," Mia, on her social media. In the photo, Arthur was holding a menu, ordering food, while handing a disposable bib to the person behind the camera. The caption…