Due to years of indulgence, Jane had become more and more ignorant and incompetent.
She fell in love and dropped out of high school, and now she was with a bunch of cronies and didn't have a job.
When would she grow up?
While I was absent-minded, my phone buzzed.
I looked down and saw a message from my boyfriend, Cyril Parsons. [Chelsea, I'm downstairs at your company, and I brought some snacks.]
I was excited at once. I turned off my computer, picked up my bag, and headed straight for the elevator.
Cyril smiled and handed me the food box, "Are you hungry? Have some."
Sitting on the bench outside the office building, I opened the food box and said, "I thought you brought me barbecue..."
"It's too greasy and unhealthy, and it's too late. It'll affect your digestion," he smiled and hugged me.
I pouted. "Alright, Dr. Parsons."
Cyril was my first boyfriend, and I was his first girlfriend. We met and fell in love in college, and we had been together for seven years in the blink of an eye.
I had been trying to get a foothold in the big city, and he had been working hard, too. He was already an attending doctor at a young age and was beginning to make his mark in the medical world.