What was that about?

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The next day I had Eva come to my house, since I had gotten back home last night.

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'Okay what was that about?' Eva sits on the couch next to me.

'What?' I ask confused and take a bite of my cookie.

'That interview.' Eva shakes me lightly.

'Um... I don't know what you're talking about.' I avoid eye contact.

'Yes you do. Just tell me.' Eva laughs.

'Por favor.' Eva shakes me again.

'Nothing nothing. Oh my god. I don't know what you're talking about.' I laugh and look at Eva.

'The lie detector. If you want me to be more specific.' Eva laughs.

'What about it?' I chuckle.

'The tension. Come on we all saw it.' Eva laughs.

'I don't know what's up with you these days.' I laugh and roll my eyes.

'¿Realmente tengo fue abofetearte?' Eva looks at me. ('Do I really have to slap it out of you?')

¿Por qué harías eso?' I laugh. ('Why would you do that?')

'Just tell me.'

'Nothing. I've told you a million times, that's just us. That's us. End of.' I laugh.

'Oh that's us.' Eva mocks me.

'Shut up.' I roll my eyes.

'I can't wait for you guys to get married so I can say I told you so.' Eva laughs and turns the TV on.

'Not gonna happen.' I chuckle.

'Mhm.' Eva nods.

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