"Hi."
Fender's voice sounded cold, heavy distant. She bit her lip, wondering what he would do if she just ignored him. But he was blocking her way, and she had no other choice but to stand and listen.
"We...need to talk. About what happened."
A long, painful silence. She prayed that Velma would interrupt them, tell them they were needed on stage.
"I want you to know that I'm sorry. It was a mistake."
If there was one thing she hadn't wanted him to say, it was that. She pressed her lips together to keep from speaking up.
"And I would give anything for it to...what I mean to say is, I wish it hadn't happened. I mean, I have a girlfriend, you know? And I know you feel the same way about it."
She didn't. But she didn't say anything, just stared at him. The back of her throat started to ache, and she clutched the fabric of her skirt.
"And I think we should just pretend it never happened. It was...a one night thing, and it didn't mean anything. It still doesn't mean anything. So let's just forget about it."
She forced herself to nod her head.
"Okay. Well. I guess...I guess I'll see you around, Tammy?"
"Yeah."