Follows after The One He Couldn’t Get Along With. Read that first.
~The One Who Watched Out For Him~
In a quiet corner of his friend’s cafe, his enemy dropped a bold claim.
“I don’t hate you.”
“You don’t?” The question slipped out of his mouth as the spiced fig slipped off his fork.
“No. Why would you think that?” she said as she scooped a mouthful off her plate.
“You don’t talk to me.”
“I don’t talk to a lot of people.”
That… was true.
“You always argue with me,” he said.
His brow furrowed as she took a few moments to consider the question. Finally, the crease smoothed as her lips parted.
“Ah. You mean when I disagree with you. It’s normal for people to have different opinions.”
“But you only disagree with me.”
He raised his fork at her. “You’re doing it now.”
She batted his fork away with her own. “I disagree with other people too. The only difference is that your fans are too starstruck to speak up when they should.”
“They’re not my fans. They’re my friends.”
This time it was her turn to point her fork at him. “Friends don’t just stand by and let you do stupid things like try to dance near stairs when you’re drunk.”
“I don’t do that,” he protested.
She sent him a flat look. “You did. Just last Friday.”
He didn’t actually remember last Friday, so he could neither confirm nor deny her claim.
She slid her attention off him to spear the flaky Danish pastry on their tasting platter. He cupped his chin in his hand.
“So, from what you’re saying, we’re not enemies.”
She didn’t even look up. “Don’t be dramatic. Of course not.”
“Then… are we friends?”
“We don’t interact enough to be friends. More like acquaintances.”
He tapped his fingers against his cheek.
“But… we could be.”
She looked up, brow creased again, this time with suspicion. “What are you getting at?”
He straightened in his seat and offered a hand. “Let’s be friends.”
She huffed. “What are you? Five?”
But she accepted his hand in a firm handshake. He didn’t have an enemy.
All was right with the world.
Genre: slice of life