She Remembers Everyone's Order, Except Mine

During a game of Truth or Dare at a gathering with friends, my girlfriend, Bridget Ellison, loses. Her punishment is to buy coffee for everyone.

Half an hour later, she returns carrying more than a dozen bags and starts handing out drinks with a smile.

"Francis, you've been pulling all-nighters for two days straight. Here's your iced long black."

"Daryl, you like java chip frappe with extra mocha sauce, right?"

"And here's yours. Lemon black tea, no ice. You've ordered it hundreds of times."

One by one, everyone gets their drink.

By the time she reaches me, only an empty bag remains. Everyone at the table freezes.

"Where's Aiden's drink?"

She pushes her peach frappe toward me and says, "I forgot. He can just share mine."

A friend immediately groans and complains, "It's the same every gathering. If you two want to show off how loving you are, can you at least come up with a new routine?"

Everyone around us laughs and teases us, but I can't bring myself to even take a sip of the drink.

I'm the only one who knows the truth. The display of affection is an act. In reality, she has truly forgotten to buy me a drink.

After four years together, Bridget still can't remember that I'm allergic to peaches.

I set the peach frappe back on the table.

I've spent four years settling for less. Now, it's time for me to leave.

Aiden's POV

Daryl Watkins inserted the straw into his drink, took a couple of sips, and his eyes lit up at once.

"Oh my, you actually remembered! You remembered that I said I liked extra mocha sauce in my java chip frappe! You're the best, Bridget!"

Bridget Ellison casually replied, "When have I ever forgotten anything you said?"

The other people in the room also agreed loudly with her. "Alright, we all know that you remember every single thing about us!"

"Yeah, and since you're dating, I bet you never forget a single birthday or anniversary either!"

Bridget turned to me and grinned widely. I just continued sipping on my bottle of water, keeping my eyes down without responding to her.

"Why aren't you drinking the frappe?" she asked, inserting the straw into the peach frappe and taking a few sips before placing it into my hands.

"Here, I've already tried it. It's not too cold or too sweet. It won't give you a tummy ache."

The few guys sitting across from us began clicking their tongues, looking at us with faux disgusted looks on their faces like they couldn't bear to watch us being lovey-dovey with each other.

I just gripped the peach frappe tighter, staring at the ice floating in the plastic cup.

Daryl leaned over just then and said, "Bridget? I've never tried that drink before. Can I try it?"

"Go ahead."

After her reply, the drink in my hands was suddenly gone. She had taken it straight out of my hands and handed it over to