Scapegoat
Tossing her bag on the couch, Sabrina scoffed, "Be grateful that I am here." Walking towards the mini bar, she grabbed a bottle of liquor.
"That is your favourite, I ordered it especially for you."
Tapping her fingers on the bottle, she smirked at him, "It's funny how you still try to impress me even though you know nothing's ever gonna happen between us."
"Well, something might have happened if you hadn't married that silly husband of yours." Walking towards her, he added, "We have always had a spark between us, remember?"
When Sabrina did not say anything, he sighed, "Come on Sabrina, how can you forget about the good times we had when you used to come over with Matilda—"
"That was almost thirty years ago, get over it Andrew." Without waiting for his reply, she poured herself a glass of her favourite scotch and made her way towards the couch. "I am a married woman now, have some shame."
"Then why do you come here to meet me everyday?"