I clenched my jaw, waiting for her answer. She let out an exasperated huff, blowing some of the tendrils that escaped from her ponytail off her face, and returned to the table, not responding me until she was seated.
“He’s a friend.” She said. That’s it? What the f**k was I supposed to do with this small bit of information?
Grinding my teeth, I continued. “Is he your boyfriend?”
She shook her head, before speaking resolutely. “No, it’s not like that between us. He’s like my brother. We grew up together.”
I let out the breath I was holding with a sigh of relief. I nodded, not knowing whether my desire to continue the interrogation will make her mad.
“Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked, interrupting my thoughts.
It was my turn to shake my head resolutely. “No, I don’t do girlfriends.
