“Good, I’m glad you’re enjoying your time here… hey, if you want anyone to show you around I’ll be happy to help you…” she said to me.

“I’ll keep that in mind…” I said to her. I saw Carmen getting up and excused her self. She didn’t even look at me while Tina was talking to me. I excused my self quietly and approached her in the kitchen. It seems like every conversation I have with her are in the kitchen.

She turned her back and was surprised to see me. She put down her glass and looked at me.

“Hey…” I started. I put my glass on the kitchen bar.

“Hi…” she said.

“It seems like you’re avoiding me or something…”

“What made you say that…” She said.

“Well, first off… you didn’t say anything to me after the conversation we had in the kitchen… you’ve been looking at me and you think I don’t notice it… and I do… and somehow I have these feeling that you wanna talk to me… but I’m guessing you’re having a second guess to approach me… am I right?” I asked her and crossed my arms.

“… You’re close…” She said. “I mean what’s the point in talking to you when all you’re giving me is ‘yes’ and ‘no’…” She said to me.

“Carmen last time… we were talking… I kissed you… and I’m not gonna lie to you but… although as nice as it was… It was nothing… I got carried away and I kissed you… and that’s all there is to it…” I said confidently. Her face seemed redder by the second.

“We’re housemates for Christ sake…” I had my hands up. She still hasn’t move from her stance and I swear she was sending me daggers with her stare.

“So, all those sweet words you said to me before you kissed me… were just words, right?? They didn’t mean anything, right??…… you just said it to kiss me, is that it??” She asked. She was getting angrier and I could tell. I could tell that her hand was itching to slap me across the face. I let out a sigh and looked out at the backyard. I saw the three heads turning and pretending that they weren’t looking at us.

“Carmen… I don’t know what to say to you…  I just want us to be friends…” I said truthfully. We stood there and she’s not giving me anything. “Can… Can we be friends?” I asked her again.

“I’m sorry… I don’t even know why I’m so upset… we can definitely be friends…” she said and nodded after a couple of minutes of silence.