Just act normal. I repeated it over and over in my head. But, how can I act normal when the guy who has been "robbing" my house for the past three days is sitting right in front of me. Frank is the awkward robber.
"W-When did you guys meet?" I ask.
"College." Frank bluntly says.
Frank has a conflicting look in his eyes. He wants to point out that he knows me, but he doesn't want to make up some fake story about how we know each other.
"I'm gonna go to the bathroom." Ray escorts himself to the restroom.
"Non posso credere che stia succedendo proprio ora. Why are you here?" Frank harshly whisper.
"Why are you speaking Italian? And why are you here?" I whisper equally as harsh.
"What do you mean what am I doing here? I'm Ray's friend." Frank says like it's the most obvious thing ever.
"I'm Ray's friend too." I huff.
"Well... Let's just act like everything is normal, okay?" Frank sips his water.
"Fine." I cross my arms.
AN
-GROOVYLADY
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