"You want to know something? I believed you."
"Huh?"
"I believed what you said."
"What are you talking about?"
"I believed you, when you said you were my best friend."
Beat.
"What are you getting at here?"
"I belived every word of that conversation...a pity, to be so wrong, no?"
"Will you please explain what you're talking about?"
Beat.
"Please?"
Beat.
"You were with her last night, weren't you?"
Beat.
"That doesn't sound like a question."
"It's not."
Beat.
"Why are you doing this? What...how...how is this any of your business?"
"Because if you were, with her I mean, then that would mean that you lied to me."
Beat.
"It's not like that...it's not! I wasn't even...we weren't even...I can't believe you..."
"I'm sorry."
"...would think that -- wait, what?"
Beat.
"I said I'm sorry. I'm not sorry for confronting you like this. I'm sorry I believed you in the first place."
Beat.
"Because now I know I was only setting myself up to be hurt."
