Lesya 1

"I can't be your friend lately," said Lesya.
Dari looked into Lesya's eye.
"It's contagious," Lesya continued, almost couldn't be heard.
Dari put his back to the couch.
"You don't like to argue with me?" Dari guessed.
"Kind of... You're angry easily. I don't wanna be like that," Lesya stared Dari's eyes bravely.
"Well, maybe it's because the feeling you had before," Dari tried to give an explanation for himself.
"I still have it, Dari. But, let's don't go there, we had enough," Lesya took her bag.
"Yes, Lesya, it is contagious. I can feel it."
"Stop it, Dari. We shouldn't have this conversation," Lesya was preparing to leave.
"Bring it when you leave. You always run away, even from your feelings," Dari took his blackberry and left Lesya alone in that coffee shop.
Lesya's phone was ringing when she was about to leave as well.
She had to stay there for a while and listened to her best friend talking about how gorgeous Dari is.
Her tears have never came down.
She left and went to the tailor.
She will be the best bridesmaid ever to her best friend who is going to marry Dari soon.
She believes it.