the conversation

'I have to go home and do some work you know.'
'Ok'
'Would you like to join me?'
'Sure.'
minutes of silence while shifting nervously on his seat, as he marvels at the unexpected answer
'But if you come you will see a different me.'
'I hope so. That would be the point, no?'
'We would stop being friends you know.'
'Maybe.'
another minute of silence
'You know I like you and I respect you, so there's something I have to tell you. About my situation.'
sudden discomfort as the knowledge of what is to come becomes apparent
'I have two relationships: one 'legal' and one 'hidden' relationship. One back home, long distance. One Italian girl in Amsterdam. And it's only because it's you that I an telling you this, out of respect. I like you. But I couldn't do that to you, any other girl, like *****, I would just do it, but you are different.'
'Ok. I see.'
'The other one, with the married woman, that's over. I had three now I have two. There's just too many things going on at the moment.'