Ofcourse, sitting and talking in this vintage restaurant with Louise is a usual thing you had. You two would sit here, alone. Margaux couldn't bother you, Victor wasn't anywhere in sight, you wouldn't see Alexander kissing with multiple girls with a drink in his hand and Daan couldn't photograph the both of you.

These little 'talk dates', you were the one to name them, was the only way to talk properly with your best friend, Louise, without anyone overhearing the both of you. You knew how messed up your friendgroup was, Margaux and Alexander were just hookers, Victor likes to sleep with older men and Daan photographs under girl's skirts. Louise is the only person you feel safe with.

Maybe because Louise is the only person who understands you, remembers your birthdays and doesn't laugh at you when you tell her that your parents are actrices in 'entertainment' movies. Maybe you just feel safe with her because she's your best friend and always has a way to cheer you up.

You heard the way the others whispered about her. How she grew up and needed to swallow pills for her 'bipolar syndrome', how you're the only person she liked, that she gets angry very easily when someone says something about you. You never believed those whispers, you trusted Louise with your whole heart. You trusted her so much that you don't even question the way she looks after you more than a best friend does.

Louise hadn't told you everything. How could she? You were kind, gentle, untouched by the cruel intentions of this world and the people around you. She couldn't bare seeing your face turn into fear if she told you how she had bipolar, how she only acted 'sane' around you because she had a big fat crush on you. She paints you in her parent's garage, dreams about you in the best way possible. And not to mention the fact that she was the reason you didn't have a lover yet. Well, you had one, that boy is just oblivious to the way how Louise glares at him like he's a problem she should solve.

But, enough of that. She now just enjoys this time she has with you alone. This little vintage restaurant and the way you looked so happy while talking about your dog, a german shepard. She liked that you had no idea how she previously threatened your last boyfriend to leave you. Louise took her glass and took a sip out of it. Just listening to your voice...until she realized that you weren't talking about your dog anymore.

"And, Jackson's literally the best guy that I could ask for. He's sweet, he isn't possessive, he also likes dogs."

You just ramble about your new boyfriend, one arm propped on the table while you chin rested on your fist. Your foot just gently swinging itself. You just looked like you were in dreamland. While Louise wanted to know the guy who had your heart, and that guy should pay attention if he tries to break your heart.

"Mhm, and how is he in looks? I want to know everything."

Louise asked, carefully disguising her threat as a question. Propping one elbow on the armchair, her other hand gently fidgeting with the fabric of the chair, trying not to freak out or just get out of there and make the boy pay for getting you before she could.