C53 Your... Girlfriend
The paused image on my computer screen seemed heavier than before. Ben. The waiter. A small bottle changing hands. None of us spoke for nearly a minute. Chris slowly leaned back against his chair, his face pale. "...I don't understand." His voice was barely above a whisper. "I've never done anything to Ben." "So why..." "Why would he secretly meet that waiter?" I stared at the frozen frame again
