My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

The two men stood across from each other. The aisle seemed a little crowded, and the atmosphere grew even more tense.

"Cyril, is this your girlfriend?" The woman who was part of Cyril's group suddenly came over and interrupted us with a smile on her face.

"No, we used to be old friends." After saying that, Cyril turned his head and warned her, "Stop! Mommy, I know what you are thinking. There's nothing between us!" "Nothing between you two? Then why are you getting so worked up about it?" His mother teased with a faint smile as she looked at me without any reservations.

It seemed that a scene like this was nothing new to him.

"That's enough, Mom. Let's go. I'll explain it to you later."

Cyril was embarrassed by his mother, so he had to drag her back to the table before sitting her down. He hastily said, "Arianna, remember to reach out to Freya when you return!" Freya? That was a woman's name. Did I know her?

I thought that Cyril would say something more, but it seemed that in order to dispel his mother's concerns, the man never even looked at our table again after the meal. When we left, their family was still happily eating away.

Upon arriving at the parking lot, Irvin suddenly stopped and started fumbling about in his pocket.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

car key at the restaurant. I'll go get it. Wait for

I'd probably be bored waiting for him, so I said,

in a jiffy." Irvin patted me on the arm and

get his keys, but Irvin took nearly 20 minutes to come back. When he returned, I was leaning against the car and my eyelids were fighting to

took each day

his pace and whispered, "You'd better sleep at home.

and casually asked, "That man called Cyril... Do I know him?" "Maybe. What do you

I was a little surprised by his response since

I'm not sure whether he's telling the truth or

period of time, I

thinking that perhaps our

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other, at least in the eyes of their acquaintances and friends, but as more information came to light,

never occurred to me that Irvin could see through my mind so quickly. Feeling a little guilty, I asked,

on with a little effort," Irvin replied. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ

this was clearly directed at me, Irvin said it without so much as a