I’d felt bad for Sandra, so I’d lied and said that I liked milk. During the movie, I’d pretended I couldn’t finish mine and didn’t want to waste it, then I’d hand more than half my drink to her.
I’d loved her, so I’d remembered every one of her preferences clearly. She, on the other hand, had been with me for so many years and still didn’t know that I was lactose intolerant.
I pushed the milk away and said coolly, “I’m lactose intolerant. I can’t drink it.”
Sandra’s hand froze in mid-air, and a flicker of embarrassment crossed her face. After a moment of silence, she suddenly looked toward Ariana beside me and asked, “Hi, could we switch seats? I want to sit with Fred.”
Just as I was marveling at her shamelessness and about to clap back, Ariana slipped her arm through mine and chirped, “Sorry, no can do. I want to sit next to my boyfriend!”
Her words stunned both Sandra and me.
I glanced at Ariana in surprise and understood what she was doing when I caught her playful look. I knew that she was helping me out of a tight spot, so I didn’t call her out.
But Sandra couldn’t keep it together. She jolted and stared at me in shock. “What? Your boyfriend? Fred, what’s going on? Are you seeing someone now?”
I’d been wracking my brain for a way to turn Sandra down, so this was the perfect chance. I took Ariana’s hand and played along, staking my claim. “What, is that a problem? Let me introduce you to my girlfriend, Ariana Jensen.”
Sandra’s face went pale, and her lips quivered. “No, I don’t believe this. You’re lying to me! You love me so much. How could you be dating another woman?”



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