I was certain that I misheard Dylan.
"Did you hear me?" Dylan asked.
She dropped it like a hot potato on my face and now demanded to know if I heard her. Of course I did and it was preposterous. John treated her nicely because it was his job to keep her well fed and driven to the doctors' clinic and they were of the same age, so they were friends. She had a few male friends too, back in New York.
"I heard you."
"So?"
"So...what do you want me to say?"
"I do not know. You asked me , Han. This is all on you." Dylan shrugged.
"John was just nice. He is a friend."
"What if I am correct?"
"Well, I am gonna ask you that, what if you are correct? are you gonna forget and throw out our years of friendship because a guy you like is supposedly liking me?"
"No."
"Then my answer is this.
