An Understanding

"Try Burnt Sienna. Hi, sorry. You're Anna, right?"
"Yeah, hey thanks. I'm always so chicken when I dye my hair; I always end up either a tiny bit redder or a tiny bit darker, but I think I'm the only one who even really notices the difference. Sorry, I didn't catch you're name...?
"Emma... Boudreau."
"Oh. So I guess you already kinda knew who I was then. I didn't think you were back yet."
"I just got in. I'm just getting some things before heading back to campus."
"Look, I'm really sorry. I mean, if I was you I would hate me. I didn't know, I mean I did know but he didn't really tell me-"
"No. It's ok. We had an understanding and I went away and here we are now. Just, I'm glad it was only you and not a whole bunch of random girls. You seem nice."
"Only me...yeah. Well- I should probably go. I have a paper to write and a meeting later-"
"There doesn't have to be any problem you know. I mean, as long as you don't try to keep on- I don't hate you for what you did."
"Yeah. I won't try anything. It's not my place. You won't even know I'm around, I promise."
"Don't you live down the hall?"
"Yeah, but I don't get out much. I'm sorry, but I really have to go. It was nice meeting you."
"You too. See you around."
"Yeah, I'll see you."
"Anna? I know how it feels when he lies to you. I mean, if you ever need to talk about all of this..."
"You want to talk to me about it? You don't think that's weird? You don't want to hear what I have to say anyway. You don't want to hear what he told me."
"I can only imagine. But I don't hate you."
"Well thank you. It's more then I deserve."
"It's probably not. But anyway. Good luck with the hair dye.”