A Friend

“Joy, we’ve been friends for a while now, right?”

“Yes, yes, we have,” she replies with annoyance.

I pause, weighing how best to ask this next question. “Who do you keep looking at?”

She eyes me suspiciously.

“Joy, can I meet them?

In the empty room, she hesitates, a secretive smile playing on her lips. “No, no, you can’t do that.. yet.”

A subtle change in her expression sends a shiver down my spine. With a sinister grin, she whispers, “yet.”