“Is she your new girlfriend?” Felicia asks, trying to keep the jealousy out of her voice. She takes a sip of her wine to play her bitterness off. “She’s pretty.”

Felicia showed up in your door out of the blue with nothing but a wine glass in her hand.

The woman you’re with is probably attractive, Felicia can’t be completely sure, she’s been too busy looking at you. You’re beautiful, but she’s always thought you were breathtaking.

She’s praying that she’s just a friend.