He seemed taken aback for a moment before casually responding, "Huh? I'm nice to you? It's nothing special. We've been friends for over a decade, after all."
I thought, "But can there really be pure friendship between opposite sexes?
In our case, it certainly doesn't seem like it.
How could it be when I'm in love with him?"
I shook my head in resignation, considering tearing up the letter.
But for some unknown reason, I didn't. Instead, I tucked it away in a more hidden, less noticeable spot.
.....
"Lillian, I'm over here!"
As soon as I reached the bar, Jennifer's voice rang out.
I looked up to see her in a white dress, looking like a fresh-faced daisy, waving at me.
I jogged over. "Why are you still waiting by the door?"
"I was worried you wouldn't find me inside," Jennifer said with a sheepish smile.
"Seriously? You could've just texted or called me. You've been standing out here for ages. Come on, let's get inside. I'm treating tonight."
"I forgot, and it wasn't that long anyway."
I laughed and headed inside with her.
Since we hadn't reserved a table, Jennifer and I found a spot at the bar.
As soon as we sat down, I ordered a round of drinks and started drinking heavily.