Suzanne was momentarily stunned by my question, "I just got back recently. Thought the neighborhood looked nice, so I bought the place. Didn't expect we'd be neighbors. Since we're old classmates, let's keep in touch."
She handed me a business card. I looked at it, CEO of Smitheagle PharmaTech.
So many years had passed, but Suzanne was still as impressive as ever. I kept the card and smiled at her, "Yeah, let's keep in touch."
Thinking back to the old days with Suzanne, I couldn't help but find it all amusing now. My smile softened without me realizing it.
The next day, I arrived at the hospital. But the moment I stepped into my office, I was shocked to see Barry sitting in my chair.
He looked at the wound on my forehead and smirked provocatively, "Rough night on the streets after Lilian kicked you out, huh? That injury on your head, man, you look pathetic."
He laughed and pulled out a box from his bag, "Lilian and I saw this on our trip, thought it'd be the perfect gift for you. Have a look, see if you like it."
I opened the box and saw … an ugly green shirt. I clenched the shirt, staring daggers at him.