"So, you're back," Libby said cooly.
Trent swallowed and stared at her.
"Umm, Libs, correct me if I'm wrong but the sign at the door says 'gents' right?"
"Well, if you're embarrassed, it's your own fault for avioding me."
"I was downside. On holidays!"
"That wasn't until two weeks after my birthday. Y'know, when you kissed me."
"Oh, umm yeah."
"I mean, seriously Trent," Libby admonished. "I thought we were friends - good friends - and then you went and kissed me. And since you oh so kindly decided to leave me in the lurch I have spend the last two months feeling confused. Confused! I feel like a girl!"
"Okay, so I don't know if you've noticed," Trent said wryly. "But you are a girl."
"I have always been 'one of the guys'. You have no idea how much I despise my own gender. Have you ever hung out with a group of girls? There's a reason why they get compared to hens, y'know. Even the basketball team has a little too much estrogen for my liking."
"Well, I'm sorry to have inconvienced you. Maybe we should just forget it ever happened."
Trent went to move away, but Libby pushed him back against the wall.
"Oh no, mister, you don't get out of it that easy."
Trent raised his eyebrows.
"I want to know what's going on with you."
Libby held his eyes in her gaze in the silence that followed. Finally, Trent let out an explosive breath.
"Fine. I like you. I like you. And I would like to me more than just good friends with you but -"
Libby silenced him with a kiss. As she pulled away Trent stared at her.
"Now, was that so hard to admit?" she demanded.
Trent was about to reply when he noted the door opening.
"Perhaps we should take this elsewhere?"
Libby grinned wickedly at him.