ARROWS
"So you guys have been hanging out a lot lately."
"Yeah."
"Do you like him?"
"Sure."
"No, I mean, like..."
"What?"
"Are you interested in him?"
"He's interesting, sure."
"You know what I mean."
"I'm not romantically interested in him, no."
Twenty-one footsteps.
"All right, will you be honest with me?"
"Yeah."
"Promise?"
"Yeah."
"Are you a lesbian?"
"No."
"You know I'd still love you were."
"I'd hope so."
"I would."
"I'm not."
"You've never admitted to liking a guy."
"I like plenty of guys."
"You know what I mean."
"Yeah, okay."
Fifteen footsteps.
"So you can honestly tell me you're not interested in him at all?"
"No."
"Not at all?"
"No."
"At all."
"Nope."
"You're so weird."
"Yeah, I guess," eeked out, with just a hint of resignation, between shrugged shoulders.