Tiffany
Larry wants to get married? With whom? Why?
I don't know what to think anymore. If Larry gets married, then I'd have to leave. Because seeing Larry with some other lady will become too much for me to single-handedly bear. Yes, I know that he doesn't want a relationship with me, but hearing that he might get married startles me.
As I try to go back, the door creaks open and Larry's head pops out. He arches his eyebrows when he sees me and his lips are pursed as though he has so much to say but can't find the right words to start. I gulp and turn to face him completely since he's already caught me eavesdropping on his conversation.
"I was just…trying to get water," I mutter and point behind my shoulders in the direction of the kitchen.
His eyes follow my hand, but then he shakes his head and rakes a hand through his hair. I notice the exhausted look on his face but say nothing about it. It isn't my place to say such things about him to his face.
"I should probably go to sleep now," I tell him and start turning.
"Tiffany?"