She cried and left him then, because he'd taken her for granted and
fallen greatly short of her expectations. And, although he cried readily
himself, a part of him was instantly relieved, because she was addicted
to anger and disappointment and hard to love. An angel and a demon
watched the scene from their table at the coffee shop across the street
(each intrigued for their own reasons and each happy to not be human).
"Monkeys," one whispered, taking a sip.