I have worked with you in the small local cafè for a few years. Over the past few years we have grown close to one another. We sometimes have flirty banter, but we never cross the line.

One weekend you enter the kitchen. I watch as you hop up on the kitchen counter and start swinging your legs as you start telling me about some new guy you’ve started talking to.

I start to grow irritated as you keep talking.

“Can you shut up about him?” I say under my breath.