“What do you mean it’s an issue?”

He just didn’t get it did he? Why should he, it’s not like he knows that I read his text messages. He left his phone unlocked and “Andrew” wanted to know if going to “Ristorante della pace” was a good idea for this weekend. Everyone knows friends don’t go there together, that’s the only romantic restaurant in town, and I know he wouldn’t go with Andrew.

“Because I want to know who you are actually going to the restaurant with!”

His face drained of all color then almost instantly became bright red as a Christmas bulb.

“You’re a bad liar Frankie. Because Andrew wouldn’t want to go to that Italian place with you, so who is it really?”

He shook his head in denial and began to walk away.

“It’s none of your business that’s what it is.”

“Frankie this has happened to us before, the exact same way may I add, so just tell me who it is! And maybe just maybe I’ll be fine with it.”

He smiled a malicious smile, “You’re not gonna like it.”

My breathing intensified hoping it wasn’t ‘her’.

“Lydia,” he said with a smirk on his face.

His ex-girlfriend; of course.

He opened the apartment door to leave, grabbing a light jacket to block the light mist falling from the sky.

“I can’t believe you’re going with her! I’m your girlfriend!”

“Yeah, but you’re just... not her,” Frankie stepped out the door and left without another word.