Get angry. They are your friends.

“Excuse me!” you say angry and stare at the lawyer, “these are my friends you talk about.”

“Well … maybe they were,” the lawyer says surprised, “but they are not your social status anymore. You will find more suitable friends in your new area.”

“I don’t care,” you reply strictly, “they are my friends. Good people who I could trust in when I needed them. You will not insult them in my presence again!”

“Well … I … In this case I apologize,” the lawyer mumbles uncomfortable, “It was not my intention to insult your friends.”

“Whatever,” you reply and roll your eyes, “you said you take care about my school. What about my home? My memberships? And the rest?”

“Of course I will talk to your landlord and tell him what happened,” the lawyer explains, “I make sure you get all your stuff and end the rental contract. Your membership in the fitness studio is also not a problem. There is a branch of the same chain in the new city, quite close to your new home. For the rest, I would say, you can let me take care of this too. Just call me whenever you need my help or advise.”

“I see,” you say, “anything else I should know?”

“Nothing important for now,” the lawyer says and shakes the head, “oh, and it seems we are at my office.”

You look out of the window and see, that you are indeed in front of a law office. The lawyer already grabs his suitcase and gets out of the car as soon as it stops. He wishes you a good day and Eric drives off again. Awkward silence spreads in the car. As much as you know, the city where your father lives is about an hour away. You could use the time to talk to Eric or ignore him and focus on your own problems.