Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life

Chapter 1582

After leaving the Reynolds family, Fiona made her way out of the quaint little southern town. The drizzle was coming down softly, so she caught a cab straight to the school gates.

Her first stop was a nearby restaurant that was known for its tasty dishes. She settled in for a leisurely lunch. Just as she was wrapping up, her phone buzzed with a message from Jackson.

She glanced at it briefly, but before she could respond, she heard Nash calling out to her from behind.

"Just got back to campus today?" Nash asked, sliding into the seat across from her, eyeing her bowl of spicy noodles with a raised eyebrow. "How can you eat that with so much heat?"

"Got caught in the rain, and spicy food helps warm me up. Why do you ask?"

Fiona kept on slurping her noodles. Maybe it was because she was really hungry, but one bowl just wasn't enough, so she signaled for another.

Watching her, Nash couldn't help but wonder if the noodles were really that good. Curiosity getting the better of him, he ordered a bowl too, then got to the reason he'd approached her.

"Remember last time when you asked where Tyler went? Well, guess what?" Nash said, his tone dripping with a hint of mystery and a chuckle. "I spotted him in the cafeteria today, and he was with a girl who was just drop-dead gorgeous."

Fiona got the gist immediately. She didn't comment, just kept eating her noodles, throwing in a few more spoonfuls of chili because it still wasn't spicy enough for her liking.

"You wouldn't believe how many guys lined up to get her number."

"You didn't join them?" Fiona teased, swallowing a mouthful of broth. "Sounds like she might just be your type."

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