How You See Me

I was standing in front of book self of your friend while you were texting your other friend. It was a very long story on how we end up in your friend's room in a corner of the city. I tried my best not to be awkward, at least I think I did.

"You're so ambitious."
"No, I am not."
"I mean ambitious in good way."
"No. Believe me, I am not."

Either I am a denial, or a big liar. You could tell.

(The first encounter.)