Sorry. I don't know how things work. I can tell from the last few times we've hung out that there's sorta something going on. I like you, always have. I like how we can hate everyone together. But I don't like like you. Or anyone, really. It's too soon. I was enjoying your company, but I went in the other room to spend time with the people I came with. I wasn't ditching you. I felt bad when you just left. Don't take it personally.

Two years ago I was busy.