Ten Years Later, Still Falling - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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He smirked and added, "I almost forgot. You not yelling at me just feels... wrong."
Seriously? Did he need me to chew him out for things to feel normal again?
Heat rushed to my face, a mix of irritation and embarrassment. Before I could stop myself, I shoved him—half playful, half annoyed. "What, you've been missing me yelling at you? You're impossible!"
"Okay, okay…" He held up his hands, cutting me off just as I was about to really let him have it.
Those stupidly charming eyes crinkled with laughter as he sighed, shaking his head. "You haven't changed since high school."
Then, after a beat, his smile softened. "It's nice."
High school? I hadn't expected him to bring that up.
Sure, the tension between us had eased, but that didn't mean we were back to how things used to be.
"Anyway," I said, eager to shift the conversation, "it's getting late. Want to grab dinner?"
Edward raised a brow. "Sure. I'll pick the place."
I figured he'd go for some high-end restaurant or exclusive private dining. What I didn't expect? A street food stall.
I was still processing the surprise when a familiar—yet unfamiliar—figure caught my eye, weaving through the crowd.
As we got closer, I froze. "Mrs. Rich?"
The woman paused, glancing around before spotting Edward first. Her face lit up. "Edward! Who's this?"
I stepped forward quickly. "Mrs. Rich, it's me—Yuna!"
She blinked, then gasped. "Yuna?! Oh my goodness, look at you!"
Rachel Rich had worked in our high school cafeteria. Back then, students used meal cards, and the staff was always swamped. To help, the school recruited students to swipe cards during lunch in exchange for free meals.
Edward had been one of them. I'd joined later out of curiosity. That's how we met Rachel.
She was the kind of woman who'd still find you food even if you showed up late after class. She treated us like her own.
As we sat down, Rachel hurried over with a plate of appetizers. "Here, snack on these. I'll be right back!"
Edward filled me in—Rachel's daughter was in college here. After her husband passed, she'd moved to be closer to her.
Speak of the devil—a bright-eyed girl came bounding over.
"Mom, I'm back!" She tossed her bag aside, tying on an apron before freezing mid-motion.
Her eyes locked onto us.
Then she grinned.
"Edward! Yuna! You're finally together!"
Seriously? Did he need me to chew him out for things to feel normal again?
Heat rushed to my face, a mix of irritation and embarrassment. Before I could stop myself, I shoved him—half playful, half annoyed. "What, you've been missing me yelling at you? You're impossible!"
"Okay, okay…" He held up his hands, cutting me off just as I was about to really let him have it.
Those stupidly charming eyes crinkled with laughter as he sighed, shaking his head. "You haven't changed since high school."
Then, after a beat, his smile softened. "It's nice."
High school? I hadn't expected him to bring that up.
Sure, the tension between us had eased, but that didn't mean we were back to how things used to be.
"Anyway," I said, eager to shift the conversation, "it's getting late. Want to grab dinner?"
Edward raised a brow. "Sure. I'll pick the place."
I figured he'd go for some high-end restaurant or exclusive private dining. What I didn't expect? A street food stall.
I was still processing the surprise when a familiar—yet unfamiliar—figure caught my eye, weaving through the crowd.
As we got closer, I froze. "Mrs. Rich?"
The woman paused, glancing around before spotting Edward first. Her face lit up. "Edward! Who's this?"
I stepped forward quickly. "Mrs. Rich, it's me—Yuna!"
She blinked, then gasped. "Yuna?! Oh my goodness, look at you!"
Rachel Rich had worked in our high school cafeteria. Back then, students used meal cards, and the staff was always swamped. To help, the school recruited students to swipe cards during lunch in exchange for free meals.
Edward had been one of them. I'd joined later out of curiosity. That's how we met Rachel.
She was the kind of woman who'd still find you food even if you showed up late after class. She treated us like her own.
As we sat down, Rachel hurried over with a plate of appetizers. "Here, snack on these. I'll be right back!"
Edward filled me in—Rachel's daughter was in college here. After her husband passed, she'd moved to be closer to her.
Speak of the devil—a bright-eyed girl came bounding over.
"Mom, I'm back!" She tossed her bag aside, tying on an apron before freezing mid-motion.
Her eyes locked onto us.
Then she grinned.
"Edward! Yuna! You're finally together!"
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