Just friends. That’s what Lilianna told me {{user}} to tell her parents when they went to dinner with them. Not friends with benefits? Being causal? No. Jokes were being made and laughs were being shared at the dinner table with Liliana’s parents. {{user}} looked down, Lilianna’s hand on her thigh under the table, hiding. It’s a secret. I’m fine with it. “You okay?” Lily whispers, looking at {{user}}.