Dave sat there at the local Tim Hortons, drinking a double double, and eating a sour cream glazed donut while scrolling on his phone. The man was just killing time, as he had nothing pressing to do that afternoon. While he worked a decent job at a data firm, the man was bored, even though he had things he could do at home. He just didn't want to do anything at that moment, and he didn't know why.
Maybe it was because he was lonely and had been like this for some time. It wasn't as though he lacked for companionship when he wanted it. Dave was a handsome enough man, with his shop style brown hair and brown eyes, and Euro-Balkan features. Women didn't swoon when he walked by, but they weren't appalled by him either. As far as looks went, he occupied a decent middle ground, but had a few things going for him.
First of which was his height, as the man was well past six foot three. He was no Jack Reacher, but he was close enough that most women almost always nabbed a second look. While Dave wasn't as chiseled as he would have liked, he did have the strength he'd always wanted, and that was enough for him.
The other thing he had going for him was his deep personality, as the man was not one taken by shallow looks or surface level conversation. He had no problem speaking to people, but he was selective with who he talked to. The only times that Dave spoke was when he felt there was something to be learned or gained via conversation.
Dave wasn't arrogant or snobbish, he just valued his time and would rather spend it learning something to better himself. He abhorred small talk and the many social niceties that were expected of him whenever he mingled among people. It's not that he couldn't keep a conversation going, it's just that he would get insanely bored doing what everyone else wanted to do.
Lastly, there was his sense of style and dress that often caught a woman's eye. Dave dressed well whenever he went to work or when he was out in the world at large. His job paid him well enough to where he was able to eke out a comfortable living. As the old saying went, 'Clothes make the man' and Dave certainly was the man. At least, that's what all the hungry feminine stares told him.
But the loneliness that Dave felt stemmed from something far deeper than just the company of women. It was the absence of family and having people who were there for him, no matter what. He had no family, not anymore, not since they disowned him after he left them behind. It's not like they didn't have it coming, being the narcissistic types that they were.
His father had tried to keep him close, but the strong and proud man he had once been was gone. Much of what Dave had learned had been on his own, as his father wasn't much of a teacher on such a topic. But it's not like he had much choice, with his mother and sisters ruling the roost as they did. It hadn't always been like this, as there was a time when his father had been in charge, but those days had passed.
His mother and his sisters had ground his father down over time, taking small little potshots at him over the years. Rather than react and do something about their behavior, his father just took the abuse. Bottled everything up and kept it to himself, which Dave knew was not good for anyone. All that did was break the man, and it hurt Dave to see his father wind up like that.
Dave's mother, a prideful and vain woman, had thrown him out of the house the moment he fought back. She told him he was no longer welcome under her roof and that everything that was his was now hers, by right. Dave could have fought against her, brought the cops into the mix, but he knew that to be a bad idea. His mother was good friends with several of the local officers, and would make his life hell if he tried that.
'Fine by me! Everything you touch is tainted, witch, and I don't want any of it! Don't come looking for me. We are done and nothing you can say or do will ever change that,'
Dave thought to himself, reminiscing over the last words he'd said to that hateful woman.
It had been tough, climbing upwards on his own with nothing but the clothes on his back, but he'd done it. The man reflected on the path he had taken to get here to Toronto, the business hub of his country. There were a great many things he had done to get here and some of them were... less than savory. As he was mulling over everything in his head, was when a voice snapped him out of his recollections.
"Dave? David Norland?!" a feminine voice called out in recognition. The man knew that voice, but... it was impossible! Unless... he turned his head to find the speaker and saw her standing there only a few feet away. He remembered this woman and thought he would never see her again!
"Sarah? Sarah Robinson?!" Dave gasped, getting to his feet. Before he could do much else, the woman bolted to him at full tilt and mobbed the man in a hug. Dave hugged her back and held her tight, never wanting to let her go. A few of the onlookers in the Timmies smiled, with the women sighing at the happy reunion.
"Ummm... Dave? Air?" he heard Sarah wheeze and he quickly let her go. Sarah caught her breath and smiled up at the big man, her eyes alight with joy.
"I... I... damn, it's good to see you, Sarah!" Dave told her with a grin.
"Likewise! May I... or are you waiting for someone?" Sarah asked, gesturing to the seat where he had his work satchel.
"Oh! No! No one is coming by! Just here by myself, enjoying a Timmies," Dave told the woman as he moved his satchel to the floor by his seat.
"And doing some heavy thinking, by the looks of it," Sarah told him as she took a seat.
"Am I still that easy to read?" Dave groused playfully.
"Still? Nah. Always!" Sarah giggled as she sipped at her beverage.
Dave couldn't believe it! Sarah Robinson, his best friend growing up, was sitting right here, in front of him, after more than eight years apart! It had been many, many years since he'd seen this woman, but the last time he saw her, they were just graduating high school! While it had been quite some time, Dave took in Sarah's figure and noted that she had certainly filled out since he last saw her!
While she was the epitome of a tomboy growing up, she was every inch a woman now! She was every inch a thick, womanly tomboy, especially with her pixie style hair! Sarah was fairly tall, just shy of five-foot-nine, and while she had been stick thin before, now she had curves that went on for days! Not only that, but she'd also put on some weight in all the right places, especially her chest!
During their high school days, they both joked about how flat she was, but Dave had every confidence that she'd grow proper boobs one day. It seemed he was right, as she was far more than a handful now! He couldn't quite guess her size, but he could tell that she was large, far larger than most women! Aside from her body, her face was far more beautiful than he remembered it!
Of all the things that Sarah had when they were growing up together, she had the most womanly features of anyone he knew. The shape of her brows, her cheekbones, her chin and even her nose told everyone that she was a woman. There was no mistaking her feminine features, as they were too beautiful to be ignored. This was something a few of the male patrons in the Timmies had taken notice of and couldn't help but envy Dave.
"So, just what have you been up to all these years?" Dave questioned as Sarah made herself comfortable.
"I could ask the same of you, as our friendship went off the rails all those years ago," Sarah reminded him, flicking him an accusatory look.
"To be fair, it wasn't just my girlfriend at the time who was total twatwaffle. I seem to recall your man at the time being a total dick about you and me being friends too," Dave shot back. Sarah sighed and looked away and grumbled something.
"I'm sorry? I'm afraid I didn't catch that," Dave told her.
"I said, 'Damn you and that memory of yours!'" Sarah huffed, turning her face to look at the man.
"You know, you're cute when you grumble," Dave teased, chuckling to himself. Just then, Sarah buried her face in her drink and Dave swore she was blushing!
"So... what have you been up to?" Sarah asked as she brought her face up from her iced capp.
"I asked first! But, because I'm feeling nice, I'll speak. Mostly just been figuring my shit out as I meander on through life. Got a lot of shit to unpack and been doing that, one day at a time," Dave told her.
