An olive branch for Patrick

We hadn't spoken in some time...not since that one day i'd wooed him back from the Other Girl. He was keeping his distance, avoiding me. When I spoke to him, he'd only give the quickest, shortest answer possible, or even act like he hadn't heard me. I was miserable...he had been so sweet!

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. He clocked out and headed for the door, passing me by.

"Hey!" I called out to him. He turned around and looked at me. "Are you mad at me?" I asked. Everything in our friendship had been unspoken. Everything underground. Technically, he had no reason to start treating me differently, even though I knew why. He chuckled nervously.

"no."

"are you sure? you don't even say hi to me!"

"well, the kitchen has been really busy." he mumbled, "i just haven't had time."

"No time to wave or smile? I liked our conversations." I asked, and he nodded sheepishly. We both knew he was lying."Well, I don't want you to be mad at me. I hope I didn't do anything to you." I said. I didn't do anything to him...except not accepted his come-ons. He shook his head.

"Naw." He laughed a bit, smiled, and kept going.

Well, my attempt at continuing friendship had been made. What he did next time was up to him.