Hailey asked the next day over lunch. Angie shook her head. “Oh…so…how do you feel about it? I mean…are you happy? Sad? Relieved?” “Honestly,” Angie began, “I’m kind of disappointed. It’s one thing to think you don’t mean a whole lot to someone, but it’s quite another when it’s pretty much confirmed.” “Well that just sucks,” Ella said as she reached across the table and helped herself to some of Becca’s french fries. “At least I can say I have closure. Sort of.” Becca held up her hand. “Maybe he was just taking you at your word and figured you really did have to go. You can’t get mad at him for respecting your request.” All three of her friends stared at her like she had grown a second head. “What? What did I say?” “I got this,” Hailey said before Angie could speak. She turned to Becca. “While I think it could be okay if he was simply being polite, the fact is that was a week ago and he hasn’t tried to contact her since. If he was being sincere and genuine in wanting to talk to Angie, he would have tried to get in touch with her the following day.”
