A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

What picture? She knew the other person was Kaleb. So that meant that the other had to be Tristan, right? Whatever the case, she knew that she wasn't supposed to be hearing the present conversation. No wonder the two of them weren't in the restaurant yet, and Lee's warnings crept into her mind at full speed. But, maybe, Anita didn't know about Tristan and Kaleb knowing about each other. Perhaps, Anita really only did know Tristan from meeting him in a bar during her culinary schooling. Something told her, though, that such a conclusion was far from the truth.

Anita only had mentioned Tristan after Kaleb came into the picture. Maybe, she had met Tristan at a bar during her schooling, but why wait to mention him to her if she loved double dates so much? Lee probably would be smirking and telling her, "I told you so." It pissed her off, but she couldn't shake the thought from her head, not when she heard that Kaleb and Tristan knew each other through their parents.

"Anita gave it to me to send to you when I told her about you. Thought you might need extra convincing." Kaleb laughed. "Looks like it worked." Almost, (f/n) slid down the wall. So, Anita did know that they knew each other, and she hadn't met Tristan in a bar.

"Extra convincing?" presumably Tristan chuckled out. "Well, I suppose. I do want someone attractive for my wife. And, that photo certainly convinced me. Based on what you've told me about her, I'm surprised that Anita even got that shot of her." Now, the pit in her stomach felt like a massive boulder.

"Well, apparently, she hadn't been aware that the photo had been taken of her. Anita only got it recently." As if things couldn't get worse, Anita was now taking pictures of her without her knowing. Just what picture had she taken? "Apparently, it had been after a shift of work, and (f/n) was too tired to notice." (F/n) leaned back against the wall, and she barely managed to hold tears back. Anita was working behind her back. She didn't know yet why, but the conversation clearly indicated that something odd was happening between Kaleb, Tristan and her.

"Makes sense." Tristan paused before he chuckled. "No wonder the buttons on her shirt were undone that much and she looked tired." She felt sick. Really, really sick. How she wanted to bolt and leave, but that'd cause a scene. That'd tell them that she had heard their conversation, and she didn't know what would happen. Not all of the details of the situation were given to her; she only had bits and pieces. But, those were enough to make her feel awful. "I wouldn't mind making her that exhausted."

Yeah, she wanted to puke. "Just remember not to tell her that. Or, you might not get a second date," Kaleb joked, and Tristan laughed in response.

"I know how to play nice. Don't worry," Tristan responded back, and she didn't want to hear anymore. She pushed herself off of the wall and headed into the bathroom. (F/n) didn't care if they still were talking; she didn't care if Lee would get pissed that she didn't stay around and listen longer. No, she was done, especially since she had to have dinner with those two. Acting would be her best friend, especially since she didn't even know what to think of Anita's involvement at the moment. Perhaps, like a void had consumed her? All she knew was that it felt terrible, especially since her supposed best friend really was going behind her back for some reason.

If she stayed longer, she might've heard why Anita was giving Tristan a secret photo of her. She might've heard why the three of them were working together behind her back, but she didn't care in that moment. It might've been foolish, but she could only take so much. (F/n) closed the bathroom door behind her and locked it. Right now, she couldn't even cry. Someone would hear. Then, they'd know unless she made up some good excuse, which in her present condition she couldn't think of one.

Her back slid down the door, and she crouched down by the floor. (F/n) leaned her weight into the wood of door and resisted the urge to comb her fingers through her hair. She held back any tears so as not ruin her makeup. Yes, she could fix it if she had brought her makeup with her, but she hadn't.

Arms resting on her knees, she leaned over. She'd need to eat, but she didn't feel like it. Instead, she'd rather down an iced cold drink and be surrounded by people she didn't know. Even if they judged her, she wouldn't have to care because she'd never get close to them. Even if they were customers of the café, they'd understand since everyone felt under the weather at times. But, she'd make sure not to get drunk and possibly make a public scene. Otherwise, it'd get back to Anita.

First, though, she had to get through dinner, and that made her more nauseous. Bile did rise up her throat, and she pushed herself up before she spit it into the sink. She washed it down the pipe and rested her hands on both sides of the sink. Her head hung down, and she didn't look into the mirror. Otherwise, she might cry by seeing how miserable she felt.

Unfortunately, she'd have to leave the comfort of the bathroom soon. She already had been gone long enough. Any longer, Anita might start to worry. Not glancing in the mirror, she pushed herself off of the sink and went to open the door. Her hand hovered over the doorknob with a paper towel before she breathed in and exhaled slowly. Just a couple of hours. That sounded like forever, though.

No, she couldn't think like that. Another sigh left her, and she turned the knob. The door unlocked, and she tossed the paper towel away. Outside, she didn't hear anymore talking, and she walked over to the table. On the table were their drinks. Anita heard her heels clicking on the ground and smirked to her friend. "I thought that you were going to hide in there the whole night."

How she wish she could. (F/n) managed a convincing roll of the eyes and smile. "Uh huh. I'd rather get my clutch back now." Anita didn't hand it back immediately. Rather, she made it look like she was deeply considering the matter before she smiled and held it out to (f/n). "Thank you." (F/n) took it back and retook her seat. "Still not here."

"I texted Kaleb. They'll be here soon." Anita winked to her. "Seems like Tristan really is nervous." She giggled a bit, and (f/n) sighed.

Inwardly, though, (f/n) knew that he was far from nervous. If anything, he was an arrogant pervert from the sounds of things, and (f/n) resisted the urge to bring up the image Anita sent him. "Really?" She sounded like her usual skeptical self. Anita didn't suspect anything. Then again, Anita wasn't entirely focused on her friend at the moment. Instead, her eyes were now looking towards the front. Not even an answer came from Anita.

Rather, she smiled brightly before she looked over to (f/n) and winked. "He's here. Try to smile. Don't seem tired." Thankfully, Anita's observation skills seemed to be on hold due to the distraction of the double date. That gave (f/n) a bit of relief, but after the date, how long could she use the excuse that she was tired if Anita questioned her about her mood? Right now, however, she couldn't worry about that, or it'd show on her face eventually.

Forcing herself, she looked to the entrance of the restaurant and didn't stare into her water glass like she already was disinterested in Tristan. Truthfully, though, she was repulsed by him and wanted to run. Her (e/c) eyes soon met his blue ones. A kind smile hit his lips, and he appeared to be shy. If only she didn't have to act in turn. Tristan was physically attractive. Well, he used to be in her eyes, but she forced herself to focus on that feeling from before. Otherwise, she might not make it. Kaleb waved over to Anita as both of them walked over to the table. Anita got up and hugged her boyfriend. They shared a quick kiss. (F/n) stood up and forced a small smile on her lips. She held her right hand out to Tristan, who smiled back and shook her hand. "Nice to meet you finally. I've heard good things about you from Anita. In fact, she hasn't really stopped talking about you to me," he joked as he took his seat on the booth after her. "I'm happy to see that you're feeling better too. Anita mentioned the fall."

"Thank you. The bruises are healing well." He smiled a bit, and she sighed lightly before she added, "But yeah, it's been the same. She keeps telling me about you," she managed to answer with a playful roll of her eyes. Yeah, this was painful and not because of the bruises.

"Hopefully, good things," he answered with a light laugh. His voice only sounded toxic to her ears after what she had heard him talking about with Kaleb. Anita and Kaleb took seats across from them.

"Of course. I told her that she'd like you no problem," Anita confirmed with a nod of her head.

"Well, I hope so." Tristan smiled over to her, and (f/n) tried not to notice the gleam in Kaleb's eyes. It was like he was secretly smirking. If only she could punch the lying b*st*rd. "I know that I was nervous to meet you after everything Anita mentioned about you. How driven and dedicated you are to your loved ones and work. It's admirable."

"Thank you." She took a sip of water. "And, are you?"

Kaleb laughed. "Be careful, Tristan. She does like to interrogate." Anita hit Kaleb playfully, and Tristan chuckled nervously. To her ears, it all sounded so fake. It was like she wasn't supposed to be there, like she accidentally found herself at a table with three strangers.

"With good reason," (f/n) responded back, meeting Kaleb's eyes with one of her typical warning looks she gave him, and he chuckled a bit more as he rubbed the back of his neck. (F/n) looked back to Tristan. "So, are you?"