After Megan left, Brad went inside. Jenna sat while leaning on the table, Brad went and stood in front of her, Jenna looked up at him. "What's wrong?" Brad asked. "Nothing at all." Jenna said quietly.
"You don't really think of me as a friend, right?" Brad said. "Why are you saying this?" Jenna said. "I heard you and Megan's talk- it just got heard by me- I didn't want to.." Brad trailed off. "Okay.. So-"
"So, the thing is, if you've ever seen me as your friend, then you would have told me right? Who is that person? He is.. George, right?" Jenna looked down, and nodded. Then she looked at him again, "How do you know?"
"I have seen the way you look at him.." Brad said clearly. "Brad.." Jenna got up, and put her hand on his shoulder, saying,
"Brad, you are my very good friend, you're so
