That night, Ronnie was walking me to my car after work. It was quiet, and the parking lot was mostly empty, except for the last little handful of employees still inside. “So…” Ronnie broke the silence, “You and Riley?”
“What?” I asked, turning to look at him.
“I saw the way you and him were dancing,” he grinned like he knew something. Or are least thought he did. “Are you tapping it?”
“No!” My face flushed and I knew I was red.
“Really?”
“Really. We’re just friends.”
“The way you were looking at him is not how just friends look at each other.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I scoffed, but I could feel my cheeks getting warmer.
“You were looking at him the way you look at Cole.”
“I was not,” I protested.
“Would you though, if the opportunity presented itself?”
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