Roland had a red mole on the back of his right hand and I had one in the same spot on my left hand. I once took pride in this, believing we were a perfect match.
Roland's self-righteous attitude instantly deflated. "Yesterday was Lysandra's birthday. She doesn't have many friends in this city, so I just went to celebrate her birthday. Last night, I was going to pick you up, but Lysandra suddenly called and said there might have been a burglar at her place..."
I pulled my arm out of his grasp and nodded indifferently. "Yes, that makes sense."
He was stunned, a hint of surprise flickering in his eyes. He had probably prepared words to deal with my crying and complaining, but I didn't react as he expected.
“It’s my fault. I didn't manage my time well. I'll definitely accompany you to see your parents this weekend.”
I casually applied some lipstick and replied, “We’ll see.”
His expression softened and with a bit of awkwardness, he apologized and said, “I have a class reunion today. Why don't you come along?”
In the past, I would have happily agreed, then put on makeup and dressed up to go with him. I always thought that loving someone meant integrating into their circle.