A bedroom. A couple. Somewhere in London.  

“Just because you can’t do it, doesn’t mean other people can’t,” said she, in a passive aggressive tone that was pretty much like using gasoline to put out a fire.  

“I don’t care about other people. I care about you. About what you do. How the fuck do you think this is normal? I’m not saying don’t ever talk to the guy. But friends? Are you fucking kidding me?” 

“I don’t understand what your problem is. He’s a really nice guy. Plus I’m with you. I want you. What me and him had is over.”  

She kept doing that thing where you talk to someone but don’t make eye contact with them.  

“Steph. Two people that have shared a bed for as long as you and him, can’t magically go to being friends. Friends don’t fuck each other. Friends are like…family! It’s like me and my sister…” 

“What?! Ew.” 

“Shoush. Hear me out! Someone who is your friend, your true friend, can’t even entertain the idea of being physical with you. It should feel as if they’re trying to do their sister.”

“Well I do see him as a brother. Don’t you trust me?” 

“I trust you. It’s him I don’t trust. I could bet you money right now that if he got the chance he’d make a move on you.” 

“How could you possibly know that? You haven’t even met him. Like ever. Plus he had a three-year long relationship after we broke up.” 

The conversation migrated to the living room after a short stop in the laundry. She was leading the way and he was following. She was relaxed and mildly enjoying it and he was pissed off, changing gear at every other word. 

“I don’t know him, but I know men. So this guy decided to rekindle his friendship with you the moment he’s single. What an interesting fact. How fucking convenient! I’m telling you, put this guy in a room with you and he’ll make a move before the door’s closed.” 

“You’re being paranoid. Honestly.” 

“Ok. Ok. How would you feel if I was friends with my ex? You know the one. Frizzy hair and all. She’s a great girl herself. Would you be ok if me and her were buddies?” 

“Yeah sure. I trust you. Unlike you.” 

He smiled. His grin gave out a noise. A hum. 

“Ok then. I’ll make sure I reach out to see how she’s been. Catch up.” 

He turned his back and took a few steps towards the corridor before coming to an abrupt stop.  

“You know what? This is why I love this relationship. I get to learn and develop as a man. You taught me something today.” 

This time it wasn’t a grin. It was a blatant smile. He made his way to the bedroom. Within a hundred and twenty seconds, her figure was leaning against the bedroom door.  

“You’re not gonna text her. You’re not. Are you?”