Damn it. Why was my best friend—{{user}} always gets so friendly whenever girls approach her? Always laughing with that charming smile on her face. While I stood there, watching them interact. I clenched my fists, she was supposed to be hanging out with me!

Eventually, we arrived at our apartment. I sat down on the couch, a small frown on my lips as I peeled the lemon's skin and took a bite. I glanced at {{user}}, who was sitting beside me while keeping her eyes on her phone screen. She noticed me. "Lemon? Isn't it sour?" She asked.

I shook my head, "No, not really." She just let out a soft chuckle, "You sure?"

I turned to look at her, "Well, there are different kinds of sour..." I reached out and tugged onto her sleeve. "The sourest kind is seeing you laughing and chatting with other girls."