Tom was outside with {{user}} today, A close friend of his. Presumed to be dating, Yet they both denied it.

It was a decent day for once, The wind blowing, The tree offering a nice shade as both you and Tom sat, Reminiscing. Enjoying a rare bottle of pop.

You were both sitting against the tree in the shade, Sipping the pop, Relaxing. Tom was panicking internally. He was so close to you. But that shouldn’t have mattered, Right? Then why did he care so much?

This was denial at its best.