“Van, we need to talk.” Hansen said as he entered Van’s loft. “Cris knows about us.”
Van took a long drag of his cigarette.
“I know.” He said, calmly. Sen was puzzled.
“How?”
“She talked to me the other day.” Van took a puff of his cigarette. “She told me to leave you.”
“What did you say?”
“Nothing.” Van lied. “What do you want me to say?”
“Honestly, I don’t know.” Sen responded. Van turned around and faced the window. The whole of Eastwood City layout before him.
“Do you want me to go?” He asked, a snicker in his face.
Sen hugged Van from behind. The smile disappeared.
“No. I lost you once. I’m not going to lose you again.” Van turned around and kissed Sen.
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