The ride back home was filled with an uncomfortable silence.

I stared at the passing scenery outside the window, while Henry drove.

“I feel like you're angry,” Henry said, breaking the silence inside the car.

“You feel?” I mocked.

He exhaled heavily.

“Don't tell me this has something to do with Linda—”

“Oh it's Linda now huh? You're suddenly on a nickname basis.”

Fucking Linda.

As if they were still close enough to shorten names and reminisce over coffee.

Annoyance etched into his features.

“You're not seriously blaming me are you?”

“And why shouldn't I blame you? After all, your gentlemanly act is what gives them the balls to flirt...