The Denial
John tried to calm her down. “Amanda, I promise, there’s nothing going on between us. I just enjoy the coffee and the atmosphere,” he said, reaching for her hand. Amanda pulled away, her trust shattered. “You expect me to believe that? With those kinds of tips?” she yelled. John sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“I know it looks bad, but I swear, there’s nothing more to it,” he insisted. Amanda’s anger and doubt only grew stronger.