I avoid my best friend’s eyes so I don’t have to see the look I know he’s giving me and decide instead to pay attention to some other girls because every time he tells me he thinks I’m into Daisy it fucks with my head. Because I’m not. It’s not like that. I don’t love Daisy and I need to make sure Henry knows that. I tap her on the arm and say I’ve got to do a round in the room (for work) but immediately beeline for a table of models.
men…
