She never expected him to laugh. A soft huff left her lips and blew across the top of her coffee before she took a sip to cover. At this rate, she was going to need a refill soon.<br/><br/>Missy? He called her missy? What was she, a little kid being scolded?  A flush of irritation bloomed high on her cheekbones as he continued talking. Her fingers curled around her spoon. Claire twirled it slowly then began to tap it lightly on the table.<br/><br/>“You know what? You’re right.”<br/><br/>When was the last time he’d heard that, she wondered.<br/><br/>“No one gives two shits. You’ve been forgotten and now you’re nothing more than a name in a story and some numbers in some stat guides somewhere just waiting to be replaced by the next upcoming quarterback.”<br/><br/>She finished her coffee and set the mug on the edge of the table so it could be refilled.<br/><br/>“You seem content with the shitshow your life has become. Living on a boat, spending all your money on beer, alone. I just think it’s a really shitty way to spend the rest of your life. You won’t even be a blip in the news when you die.”<br/><br/>Her shoulders lifted in a shrug as she offered a genuine smile. “I’ll tell you what, we’ll enjoy a good breakfast then I’ll take you back home so you can get on with the rest of your day. Consider it an apology for wasting your time.”