If... he saw me as such.

[Alice doesn't even know what makes a friend, sad to say.]

He's very... kind.

[And it's just as hard to give out compliments, to be outright open to her feelings about a person. She feels the need to defend him.]

He works- well, worked in a shop with me. I don't know why he doesn't anymore. He keeps in touch with me.

[Otherwise, she wouldn't know how to feel if he didn't. This alone makes her head hurt.]