“It feels awkward because that’s the way you feel. We’ll go on with our lives. It doesn’t mean anything. Not to Abel or me. Hopefully, not to you either.”
 
 “Seriously?”
 
 “Mm-hmm.”
 
 Her face glows with a smile that gets quickly chased away by another thought.
 
 “You like him?” she asks.
 
 “Abel? Yes. I always did.”
 
 I take another bite of cake.
 
 She gives me a furtive glance.
 
 “He’s a very handsome man,” she says.
 
 “Yes, he is.”
 
 She lowers her eyes, red up to her hairline.
 
 “And well endowed,” she says under her breath.
 
 I breathe out a chuckle.
 
 “That too. There’s no way to deny that now.”
 
 She flicks her eyes up.
 
 “He’s a good man, too,” I say seriously, brushing crumbs off my fingers.
 
 She stays silent.
 
 “Is this the reason you are sad?” I ask.
 
 “Maybe.”
 
 Smiling, I push out of the chair and walk to the fridge.
 
 “You want some?” I ask, pulling out a water bottle.
 
 She nods.
 
 I set a bottle for her on the desk and take a seat.
 
 “You spent some time with him that evening. Do you like him?” I ask.
 
 “Yes. I like him... A lot,” she adds, a bit embarrassed.
 
 I examine her for a moment.
 
 She avoids my eyes.
 
 “Abel is a very good friend of mine, but he’s not my boyfriend.”
 
 “He was friendly with me, and I think he liked me too,” she says timidly.
 
 I weigh my words.