Honesty

'Well, if I'm completely honest,' you start, trying to bring this delicately. 'I never liked him in high-school. He seemed to be very arrogant and dishonest. Seeing him now - even though I only met him for about fifteen minutes - it didn't much change my opinion. Especially when that microphone guy started talking about how much they all hated him.'

'Well, that's quite brutal,' she tells you, deadly serious.

'Look, I'm sorry,' you tell her meaningfully. 'I know I haven't been there for you in the last years. But you used to be my best friend, and I still regard you that way. And friends need to look out for each other right? So I'm being honest now, where I should have been years ago. Pascal is an asshole, and you're much too good for him.'

'Alright then,' Alice answers after a while. 'I trust you, Robbie. And I'm glad you're back in my life. Especially now.'

'I'm glad to be back too, Alice,' you tell her, looking straight into her beautiful brown eyes, enlarged by her glasses. 'And I'm here for you, whenever you need me.'

She smiles, and takes another sip of wine. 'Good, because I need your help.'

'Of course. Anything.'