LANCE had a meeting to attend so he had to get off on another floor. As Tristan and I made our way back to the training room, he kept looking at me.
Valerie: “Uhm, is there something on my face?”
Tristan: “Nah. You’re very pretty. I can see why Lance likes you. Why do you like him though? He has the worst reputation, and it’s mostly true.”
Valerie: “Aren’t you friends? Why are you talking about him like that?”
Tristan: “Yeah, but it doesn’t mean I condone the way he treats women. He seems different about you, though.”
I smiled as what I heard pleased me. Could it mean that Lance genuinely likes me?
Valerie: “Can I ask. Has Lance really been in a relationship with plenty of women?”
Tristan: “Well, you can’t really consider what he has with women as relationships. He usually sleeps wi
