Revised Ending

We said our goodbyes to Melissa and her family, glad to see her safe.

“Do you want kids?” I asked as we got into the car.

He shrugged, “I haven’t really thought about it. One day, sure.”

I turned out of the parking lot and got back onto the interstate.

“Could you drive a little faster? My meeting started five minutes ago.” I pressed on the gas pedal and the speedometer passed seventy.

When we got to his apartment I double-parked and he got out of the car and opened the door to the backseat, reaching for his coat. He picked up a little girl’s lunchbox and opened it. He pocketed a packet of fruit chews and pulled out a note.

“‘Have a great day at school, love Dad.’” Richard smiled, “What a good dad. I’m definitely going to write notes in my kid’s lunch.” I blinked. He put the note back in the lunch box, carefully folding the flap over and securing the Velcro. “Well, I’ll see you later,” he said, and walked back into his house.

“Yeah,” I said, “I’ll see you later.” And I was sure that I wanted to.