C21 Not A Good Meeting

Hannah

I looked at Samantha at the mention of his name, her facial expressions were completely blank, while her eyes showed coldness.

“That’s good,” she muttered. “Where are they?”

“Samantha--”

“What? Shouldn’t we greet our childhood friends?” she faked a smile.

I knew she was hurt by this, but I don’t know how to tell her that it is okay to not be okay