Refuse

"Savanah, its your problem." You Don't want to pretend to be with her. "Do you like him?"

"Yes."

"Does he hurt you?" A possibility you consider.

"He's very sexual, but he's not hurt me."

"So what's the problem?"

She crosses her arms to touch the opposite shoulder, as if she were cold. "Fine." She puffs an angry breath. "Sorry I've asked."

And with that you know its best if you just go home. The rounds are mostly done, the last was to the farthest field a few miles outside town. You drive to the front of her house, she turns to you and says, "Sorry I got puffy. Could you at least be there when I meet him?"

"I'll think about it." Its your only response.