"Obviously I don't," he said back to her and grabbed a different pencil to start drawing. Anything to keep his eyes on his tablet and not on Sally. Yeah, he was her best friend. The one girl he was comfortable talking to because she didn't like blokes. He didn't have to think about her like that ever. So it wasn't his fault that she didn't think of him as a bloke because she didn't like them. But now she did. She liked Harold and that meant that she did like some blokes, but not Wayne. Not the bloke she knew better than all of them.
Wayne hadn't felt this crappy in a long time. "When did you figure this out anyway?"