Friend. He referred to me as a friend.
Well, he is not wrong about it and I hate the fact that I am actually feeling bad about it. He was only telling the truth. We’re not in any sort of relationship other than friendship. I should just be happy that he referred to me as a friend after a few dates. Some wouldn’t even be called that way.
“What’s wrong with your face?” Tamara asked when I got back to the counter.
I shrugged as I brought the tray down. “I just served a table. Am I expected to smile?” I rolled my eyes as I plopped myself on the monobloc chair.
I heard her sighing hard. “Did you fight with someone?” she asked curiously.
I pursed my lips and heaved out a deep sigh. “Nothing,” I replied. Since when have I become sensitive anyway? He’s handsome, yes. But he could also be
