Before Robert could finish, my cell phone rang.
"Sorry, I have to take this."
It was a call from my boyfriend, Wilson, who asked if I had received any gifts.
"Happy New Year, Liana. I’ve ordered a cake for you. Is it okay if it arrives tomorrow morning at ten?"
A few days ago, while talking on the phone, I mentioned I walked past a cake shop that was about to close for the day. He remembered it.
Even a casual comment from me would stick with him for a long time.
Compared to my previous two boyfriends, Wilson was much more gentle and considerate. He took great care of my moods, offered thoughtful advice, and helped me a lot with both my studies and daily life.
Since we started going out, every day has been comfortable and worry-free.
Because of this, my roommate even said that my previous tumultuous relationships were just to highlight how great Wilson was.
When I finished the call and turned around, both Robert and the dog were staring at me with wide, attentive eyes.
"A friend?”
Robert nervously held a cherry in his hand.
"Sort of."
"Boyfriends are friends, too," I thought and nodded, not noticing Robert’s tense and complicated expression.