He replayed the memory of their first date in his head. Five years ago at this very spot, they had met in the cozy little bookstore over cups of coffee. But things change.
The currently sketchy gas-station found itself surrounded by an even sketchier neighborhood which had not yet found redemption in gentrification.
But now they lived in different cities and this spot happened to lie between them. She needed to fill up one of her tires with air, and so it had seemed like a good meeting location.
At last her car drove up and pulled to a stop in a nearby parking space. She looked a bit different, more mature, but just as beautiful.
Her hand clutched the manila envelope containing the divorce papers. Not that they had lived together recently; just a formality that would have to be taken care of before her wedding next month.
She had gossiped to her friends about her dazzling new engagement ring. The book they read together over coffee had been light brown and thin, just like the envelope.
The discussion was superficial and perfunctory, though he couldn't stop thinking about her words as he watched her sports car drive away.
His apartment would be cold when he got back, and the biting wind had even begun to seep through his jacket.
Money was tight so he always lowered the thermostat before leaving, although it was already nearly at the bottom. How warm it had been when they lived together, but then again, things change.