“What? You're joking, right?” I asked not believing the words that escaped my friend's mouth.
The tears started to cloud her vision, so she parked at the side of the road few blocks away from the company. She wiped away her tears along with the smudged make-up. “You think that I would joke about something like this?” She said in a shrill voice scowling her face at me.
“No of course not, but it is Brandon that we are talking about. The same Brandon whose whole body was shaking when he tried to confess to you in high school, the Brandon that would always get you a bouquet of flowers to tell that he was sorry after each fight. Are you sure that we are talking about the same man?”