I got on this day to meet Lavender for a meal, deliberately bringing up if anyone had liked her in the past.
I hadn't expected her romantic history to be so rich, with about a dozen or so partners.
And most of them were from her high school years.
Later she finally told me about Woodrow.
I had never seen such an expression on Lavender's face before.
It was a complex mix of disgust, hatred and fear.
But when I tried to ask for more details about Woodrow, she clammed up.
Instead, she put on an act, saying: "Don't be like that, be good now!"
I instantly got goosebumps all over, feeling utterly revolted.
Yet she kept playing innocent: "Sorry about that, it's just a force of habit from work..."
I could only manage a bitter smile, but I had completely lost my appetite.
I kept wondering if all this was really worth it.
Scheming and plotting for ill-gotten gains.
Like a rat in the gutter, devising dark plans.