Lovelatte

"Aileen." I looked pass the woman in front of me and there he was, sitting next to the woman whose dress I ruined.

"You know her?" she creased her forehead.

"Yeah." Sam replied dreamily. He was still looking at me. His eyes were full of emotions and I believe my eyes were too. I was too surprised to functioned.

"How did you know her?" her question brought me back from my trance. Sam was still looking at me and he seemed to be deep in thoughts

"Joana let's go." Sam ordered her.
So her name was Joana. Who was Joana to him? Were they together? Oh snap, that was none of my business.

"Who is she? How did you know each other." Joana demanded answer.

"She was a friend. Let's go home." Sam said dismissively while he put a hundred bucks on the counter.

I froze. He said 'she was a friend' instead of 'she is a friend'. I didn't know which one will hurt les, but surely I didn't want this feeling last longer than necessary.