'Care to join me for a cup of Tea, just one last time', he asked working up his usual charm.
'I don’t think I should come, Listen I got to go', she muttered in her usual i-do-not- want-to-offend-but-I-am-so-sorry manner.
OMG ... You need to be more assertive shouted out her instinctive self.
'Please ... one last time', he pleaded.
That is how it had all begun.
She now stared at the empty tea cup. There really was nothing left.
Neither of the Tea leaves nor of their relationship.