I pulled the phone a few inches away from my ear.
I took a deep, steadying breath.
Then pressed it back against my ear.
"Daniel, all this you're saying, it's just that you got used to me being around, and now that I'm gone, you're thrown off.
"It's not that you actually want to treat me well just because I'm back.
"You can't tell the difference between guilt and liking."
"I can tell the difference."
"You can't."
"Olivia."
"It's getting late, I have to get up early tomorrow. I'm hanging up."
"Wait a second."
"What?"
"Will you still answer my calls in the future?"
"No."
I hung up.
Then I saved his number to my contacts.
I didn't block it.
I couldn't even explain why to myself.
True to his word, Daniel started dropping by two or three times a week.
Always Tuesdays and Frida
