"You're kidding me right?" Evan said incredulously.
"No Evan, I'm not." She said back.
"You can't pay your HankMed bill."
"Yea Evan, that's what I said." The woman on the other line said, starting to get agitated.
"Well, you have to pay some how."
"I know. I just have to talk to my husband to see what we can do to pay you guys."
"Fine. Just figure it out and get back to me."
"I will. Good bye."
"Bye."
They both hung up, and Evan sighed heavily.
"What's wrong Evan?" Divya asked in her Indian accent.
"The woman we treated last week,"
"Abby? What about her?"
"She can't pay her bill, so she called to tell me. I'm frustrated because we need the money."
"What do you mean 'we' need the money?"
"Well it's more like me and Hank need the money. We still have our apartments in the city, but we haven't been to the city in weeks."
"You know that you could always ask me for money."
"We know that we could. But we can't."
"Why not?"
"It's a pride thing. We don't like taking money from friends."
"Why not. I want to help you guys."
"Why do you want to help us?" Evan asked suspiciously
"Why shouldn't I want to? We're friends right?"
"Well yea but why are you pushing it?"
"Why won't you answer my question?"
"Why do you care so much?" They were both close to shouting now.
"What, am I not allowed to care about you now?" she asked disbelievingly.
"I never said that!"
"It was implied, Evan!"
"Seriously? We're getting into this. Right now?"
"So what if we are?"
"Divya."
"Evan."
"Answer me this. Why in the world do you care about what happens to me and my apartment?"
"Why do you need to know?"
"Damn it, Divya. Just answer my question."
"What if I don't want to?"
"Stop avoiding the question."
"I'm not avoiding the question."
"Fine. You're deflecting then."
"So what if I am?"
"I just want to know why you care so much."
"What if I don't want to tell you?"
"Just tell me." Evan said, starting to get frustrated.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Tell me."
"No."
"Do it."
"No."
"Come on Divs."
"No. And never call me that again."
"Then just tell me."
"No."
"Divya."
"I love you."
"I'm sorry?"
"You heard me."
"I don't think I did."
"I know you heard what I said. You did that double take thing you do when you get surprised."
"I'm sorry, can we go back? You said that you love me. You love me. You love me?"
"Didn't I just say that?" She asked exasperatedly.
"Well yea, kinda."
"So what part of it don't you get?"
"The part about you loving me. I mean, you've been insulting me since the day we met."
"I know."
"So how did you fall in love with me?"
"That's what I don't know."
"So you don't really love me, you're just pretending to?"
"No, of course not."
"So this is a joke."
"No, Evan. Why would you think that?"
"Because you could never really fall in love with me. Not when your parents have you engaged to that guy that's nice and smart and rich and that's known you since you were kids."
"But, Evan,"
"Just leave, Divya."
"Evan, please. You have to believe me."
"I can't, Divya."
"Evan"
"Divya, please." He said, pain almost evident in his voice.
"Fine. Good bye, Evan."
"Bye, Divya."
As she walked away, he couldn't help but think about how stupid he was being.