Follow her back to the apartment.

"I... I don't know," you stutter.

"So that's a yes," Sara seethes and walk pasts you after the elevator door opens to the second floor.

"Sara, wait!" you cry, chasing after her.

"Shouldn't you be at your dinner date?" she snaps as fumbles for her keys.

"I want to talk..."

"What's there to talk about?" she glares at you as she unlocks the apartment door. "Have fun!"

You put your hand out before she could slam the door on your face.

"What's with all the yelling?" Jen wonders, turning down the volume of the television.

"Nothing!" Sara replies as she heads down the hall to her room.

"She's pissed at me for having a dinner date with Lisa," you explain as you run down the hallway.

"Go away!" Sara snaps, trying to slam close her bedroom door but you stop her. "I don't want to talk to you!"

"Please, Sara, I want to talk," you plea, pushing her door open. "Why are you so angry at me?"

"I'm not angry at you!" she fumes.

"Your all caps text says otherwise."

She squints her eyes while glaring at you. "Fine, I'm angry at you."

"Why are you angry that I'm going on a dinner date with Lisa?"

"Because you're going to fuck her," she answers, tears running down her beautiful face.

"How's that different from the other night?" you ask.

She pauses before looking up at you, wiping her tears away. "We were just all having fun together," she replies quietly. "But this is a date... so soon after your break up." She pauses before continuing, "I don't want to see you get hurt again..."

"We're friends... albeit with special benefits and I would never do anything to ruin our friendship," you explain. "I can cancel the dinner date if you want me to."