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    “Okay…”
    Felicity looked down. She adjusted her glasses, staring into the sweet and sour sauce on her plate. “My ex was the reason why I quit my career. It started so great, you know. Then things fell apart.”
    “Oh, so there was more to it. You didn’t mention that when I interviewed you.”
    “I probably would have cried.”
    “Let’s change the subject then.”
    “No Chad, I want to talk about it please, you said that we had to be honest with each other.”
    “But not on something personal like that. It’s none of my business, and besides I’m not a therapist.”
    Felicity was quiet, looking a bit hurt, getting fidgety with her fork.
    “When you fidget it means you want to talk about it.”
    Felicity bit her lip. “It will make me feel better, Chad.”
    I nodded. “Shoot.”
    Felicity put her fork down, and she removed her glasses. It was the first time I had ever seen her without them. I paused to see in detail her features. She had high cheekbones, plump, pink and pleasing. Her eyes weren’t pale blue, they were a luminous sky blue. The glasses seemed to hide the sparkle. Her bold brown eye shadow made the colour in her eyes  come out. My attention was fixated and I was captivated. Stunning.
    “That’s what Sione meant,” I murmured.
    “Huh?”
    “Nothing. Please continue. But please don't cry… people around us might think I have daddy issues.”
    Felicity chuckled. “I won't.” She took in a deep breath and lifted her hands, waving them to fan her face. She was getting fidgety again when I reached over and grabbed her hands and put them down on the table. I squeezed.
    Her eyes dilated slightly and she looked at my hands holding hers.
    I said, “Okay… Talk.”
    “I Dunno if it was me or him, but I’ve always been bad at relationships. Or maybe it's what I expected relationships to be. I find a man, I lock him down. I guess I was so eager to play happy families I scared the bejesus out of him.”
    I lifted my hands away and I smiled. “I bet you were one of the girls who played house with their Ken and Barbie dolls, huh?”
    “Oh my god! It was, you know. It’s a girlie thing. I loved it.”
    I paused to remember my childhood, being in my first foster home. My stepsisters getting their dolls and a kids’ play set at Christmas.
    I sighed. “Tell me about it. I grew up with three older sisters. So you could imagine what I had to put up with.”
    She laughed. “Three girls telling you what to do all the time. Ha-ha, I guess kinda like Vivian.”
    I raised an eyebrow. “Careful…”
    “Oops, I mean, I can see how, growing up, those experiences could have made you co-dependent on women telling you what to do in adult life. Kinda like those sex slaves who end up falling in love with their masters. It happens. Sorry, am I babbling again?”
    I sighed, holding back my curses. “Felicity, focus.”
    She bit her lip again, then she put on her glasses. “Okay, Okay, my bad. Gosh, so with my ex I got a sense of commitment. We like dated for two years, before I suggested we take the next step and move in together. It was bliss having our own place to ourselves unlike my other friends who were still living with their parents. It was liberating, you know. Walking around the whole house, naked. Ha-ha.”
    “Okay…”
    I stroked my chin and said, “How long were you both in the house for before you split?”
    “About a year. No. It was eighteen months before Francis got cold feet.”
    “Oh, so he proposed?”
    “No, no, no. Don’t be silly. Ha, I would have been the one that would get down on one knee. A girl can only hint so many times, then you need to take things in your own hands. Silly thought huh?”
    “It happens, Felicity. My take on it is that the life you were leading him into, he didn’t want to be part of. Or commit to.”
    “Yeah, he felt strangled, I guess. Everything was moving so fast, blah blah blah. He said that he wanted to travel the