“Let’s get down to brass tacks. I won’t make this some long-winded chat.” I told her straight up. “You see, I thought you being undecided when you first got here made me feel superior.”
“I would’ve figured that out, so please tell me something new.” Lindita calmly replied, but I can tell there was impatience in her voice.
“You’ve proven me wrong over the years, and I’ve been jealous of you being appreciated at school and at your tutoring job.” I confessed. “Look, I’m sorry and accepting my apology is totally up to you.”
It took a few seconds, but she answered.
“That’s the first nice thing you’ve said to me and meant it…Apology accepted. Just don’t expect me to be friends though.”
Hey, I didn’t ask to be friends, but I still picked my battles right.
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