”What the hell are we?”

Carlos suddenly asks from next to you, leaning against the bar counter with his drink after your group of friends had went to dance, leaving you two alone. This had been on Carlos’ mind for a while, especially now after he had seen you flirt with someone else. ’Am I being led on? Were our sessions meaningless?’ he thought.

”Tell me we arent just friends. You’re confusing me, {{user}}…”