My best friend's girlfriend

5

For the next two weeks, I managed to avoid meeting Bora. More precisely, I also had to evade meetings with Minji. Because she more than once offered to spend time together, but always in her proposals was the word "we". I was perfectly aware that "we" meant her and Bora, and therefore I came up with the most sophisticated reasons for refusals.

And sitting at home on Friday night, grieving over my plight, I heard the doorbell ring. "Strange, I'm not waiting for anyone," I thought, but went to open it. At first I thought it was Khandun, but I was very surprised when I saw Minji on the doorstep. Her appearance did not bode well, and her eyes almost threw lightning.

"Um ..." I drawled. - Hi?

- Yeah. - muttered Minji and, unceremoniously pushing me away, entered the apartment.

Minji took off her shoes and went into the living room. In her hands was a package, by the protruding shapes of which I unmistakably guessed the bottles. Minji, also without a word, sat down on the sofa and began to take out the food she had brought. The coffee table began to be filled with bottles of beer, as well as various snacks in the form of fish, chips, crackers and nuts. Minji said in the same angry voice:

- Come and cut it.

I silently took the outstretched thing, which turned out to be smoked meat, and went to the kitchen to follow the instructions. When I returned, Minji had already opened two bottles of beer and half of the packages with snacks. I put the sliced meat on the table, where I could hardly find a place for it, and sat down next to my friend. I wondered what all this meant, and why Minji, whom you usually wouldn't shut up, was so silent and displeased. Maybe she had a fight with Bora? Plus, it's Friday, and she's not with her. It's strange.

Minji handed me one bottle and took the other herself. She lifted it, giving a sign to "clink glasses". I banged my bottle against hers. Minji took several impressive sips. I followed her example. Then Minji crunched with crackers, continuing to be silent. I didn't say a word either. She looked at the label, picking it with her fingernail.

- Siyeon how many years have we known each other? Minji broke the silence so suddenly that I shuddered.

- Well ..." I paused. "I think thirteen. Maybe fourteen.

- Yeah," Minji agreed, taking another sip. - How often did we talk?

- From point of view? - I did not understand the question.

- In a straight line.

- Well, often. Constantly.

- Did I offend you with something? Or maybe I did something bad or mean?

- No," I was beginning to lose patience. What is she getting at?

- Uh-huh, - Minji agreed again.

- So what the hell, I can't figure out what's going on now? - Minji looked at me with her brown eyes.

- What are you talking about? - I could not help but look away.

- I've been trying to meet with you for more than two weeks, and you come up with some kind of crap just not to do it. What's going on, Siyeon? Do you have any problems? I can help you, you know. What's happening? Where is my friend who was always there?

I looked at Minji again. Her eyes were full of genuine misunderstanding.

- Well, I ... Just ... - What can I say to that, that's what? Sorry I'm in love with your girlfriend, I can't see you together? Or what?

- I understand, Siyeon, - Minji interrupted my bleating. - This is about Bora, right?

Everything went cold inside me. Did she really understand and guess