I met Dan today. Phil seemed overjoyed, he took us both out for lunch together. It was going great, I finally felt happy.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your face?" Dan asks me. I stop eating and glance at him.

"Fell." I say.

Phil looks uncomfortable, sad even.

"French fries anyone?" Phil quickly says changing the subject.

I don't know why that hurt me.