Drop offs and fear.
Ford.
Patrick.
Is this how Lance felt when he saw me with Lisa?
I watch them, they are conversing. Words that are meaningless to me make me upset.
"This is my neighbour turned good friend Patrick," Lance points to him. this is his introduction.
I don't want to be the jealous boyfriend but the way Patrick is looking at lance is getting on my nerves. I know that look, he knows what he is doing. Almost like he wants me to see it. He wants me to know how he feels about him. Lance seems oblivious, he is proud to show off his friend.
With a frown, I take his hands in mine for a handshake. I don't want to do or say anything to upset him.
"You might not remember me from last night." I crease my brows in confusion as I let go of his hand "You know, at the bar. I helped put you in bed, ruined my shoes."
My heart stops in my chest. He was with Lance yesterday. So he saw me at that state. Fucking hell.