Like a hidden observer, I watched their story unfold. Just then, a new message popped up on my phone.
[Hey, about last night, aren’t you going to do something about it?]
Spencer’s name flashed onto the screen, and memories of last night flooded.
With only a moment’s hesitation, I shot off a response, [Responsibility? Hmm, how about marriage?]
I had dismissed last night as a fleeting lapse, but Spencer’s unexpected arrival was a pleasant surprise.
His presence brought an unforeseen relief, and his infectious energy effortlessly brightened my mood.
Five hours later, the wedding photo shoot wrapped up, and I still felt disoriented.
I graciously turned down his offer to drive me home.
After a shared meal, I caught a taxi on my own.
The moment I stepped through the door, the aroma of food greeted me, making me stop in my tracks.
That’s when I noticed Theron in the kitchen, wearing an apron and setting dishes on the dining table.
If I remember correctly, it was the first time he’d cooked a meal in six years. His face flushed with a hint of awkwardness as soon as he saw me.