So, girl, head up, poker face and go.

As soon as I took a step, Brittany flies up to me and throws herself on my neck with a soothing hug:

- Hello friend, how are you feeling? You look unimportant...

Oh, thanks. She narrowed her eyes at her.

And everything seems to be written on my face:

"Sorry, that's not what I meant to say, I mean, you look tired."

Yes Yes.

What is this, poison? From me now and then ooze. And when did I become like this?

And I know when.

-It's all right, really!

-What do you say girlfriend. I'll pretend to believe. But why didn't you...