"I can't imagine anyone refusing a genuine offer of friendship," she huffs and makes a point by kicking a pebble to the side. It's 2am, we're on our way to another dingy bar with beer towers and 70s jukebox music. "I mean," she continues, "I really wanna be friends. That's like the next best thing to a relationship."
I look at her, clueless creature that she is, her nose frosted from the chill hanging in midair, pink tinted cheeks huffing in indignance. "I can think of one reason," I say.
"Yeah, what's that?"
"If he likes you more than a friend but for some reason, he can't have you."
"So why not just ask me out, then?"
"Maybe because he loves you but hasn't come to terms with it yet. And that's scary, when you can't pinpoint exactly when and how it happened, but he knows you could never be just friends. And you just friendzoned him."