Margarita worked as a writer for several magazines, most of which involved health and food.  It was decent work, and with a good number of people getting in to the spirit of healthy living,  there was a bigger demand for those kinds of articles.<br/>The only thing challenging about work was constantly finding something new to write about.<br/>(This month she was trying to track down natural and alternatives for certain things like food coloring.  Beats for red, green tea or spinach for green, carrots for orange, and she had yellow.  She read that red cabbage was for blue, but she'd need time and another cabbage to test it.  Her roommate, and best friend, had used the red cabbage she bought the other day.)<br/>Margie, for one, was always a healthy, active individual always in search of something new.   That was how she met her boyfriend Adam; one day she had gotten bored with her usual jogging route.<br/>It was honestly like something out of a movie, they bumped in to each other and, well, the rest is history.<br/><br/>Even a few months later, for the most part, it was still like a romantic comedy.  Adam was adorable, intelligent, sincere, and, quite frankly, the best damn guy she had ever dated.  With her natural maternal instincts it was easy to attract lost souls in need of a care taker or mother, and Margarita was so sick of those chumps.  Adam was a breath of fresh air.<br/>So why did it feel like something was missing?<br/>No, no!  She needed to push those feelings out of her mind, Adam was amazing!<br/><br/>Today Margarita planned to introduce Adam to her best friend, Park.  Being an old fashioned Filipina, it was important that everyone in her life get along with each other. (Everyone who mattered at least)<br/>She had spent a good deal of yesterday buying drinks and preparing snacks, then the rest of it was spent on pestering Park to play nice.<br/><br/>Now, after a nice dinner, she and Adam reached her apartment door.<br/>With her small hand encased in Adam's, Margie looked up (way up) at him and smiled sweetly, her attachment to him very obvious.  His apperance reflected the attributes she loved about him; he was so clean, large, solid, and reliable.  Basically everything a sane woman looked for in a man.<br/><strong>"Remember, there's nothing to worry about.  Park is just my oldest and dearest friend, so no pressure."</strong>Margie said, her sweet smile briefly transforming to an impish one.<br/>To make up for the joke, she squeezed his hand reassuringly before unlocking the door.<strong>"Just let me know if you need anything, like water.  The washroom is over there if you need to use it."</strong>Margie said out of habit.  She was always a considerate hostess.<br/><br/>Margarita took Adam's hand again before leading him further inside the abode.<br/><strong>"Park?  Hey, we're back."</strong>Margie said, finding her friend situated in front of the television blowing the heads off virtual men.  Margarita gave her friend a moment to save and switch off his game before speaking again.<br/>In that moment Margie studied Park.  For the longest time Park had simply been, well, Park.  In her mind she had seen him as the pre-growth spurt, little Korean who had bruises on his forehead form one too many beer cans.<br/>Now, however she had started to notice the broadness of his shoulders and his confident swagger.  It was…distracting.<br/>So distracting she had waited a moment too long before introducing the two.<br/><strong>"Oh, sorry!  Right!  Park,"</strong>Margarita placed her hand on Adam's arm affectionately,<strong>"I'd like you to meet Adam, my boyfriend.  Adam this is my best fried Park."</strong><br/><br/>Honestly, she had no idea when it started.  One day she caught herself eying Park (his butt, actually) and had to hastily hide behind a magazine before he saw her face turn bright red.<br/>As to how it started, Margarita was painfully aware of what had happened, she just didn't want to face the ugly truth.  She didn't want to admit that her perfect boyfriend, for some crazy reason, wasn't making her feel<em>completely</em>happy.<br/>God, she needed a beer!<br/><br/><strong>"Do you guys want drinks?  Snacks?  I'll go get them."</strong>Margarita offered, putting on a pretty convincing smile.