“Definitely not a restaurant,” Len explained. “No kitchen. One night someone remembered it being a cheese shop.”
“Cheese?” Terri asked.
“And specialty foods. A boutique for foodies. She said it changed ownership several times, but had been abandoned twenty years ago.”
“You didn’t go for cheese, did you?”
Len snorted. “Saturday nights in high school, this was the place to do stuff we knew our parents wouldn’t approve. It’s where Bob… did something he shouldn’t have.”
“That wasn’t your fault,” Terri said, laying a hand on Len’s shoulder.
“Bob did what he shouldn’t. And I didn’t do what I should’ve.”
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction challenge.
The Diligent Dilettante 
I makes me wonder what Bob and Len should and shouldn’t have done.
I think we all carry some regrets from our youth. I like that you don’t reveal what Len’s regret is, just the fact that he’s burdened by something that happened at that place.
Whatever it was, it’s too late to do anything about it now! Intriguing.
Here’s mine!
Returning to the scene of the crime. Seems like he regrets his inaction, which is a step on the road towards redemption.