Jasmine Yale hadn't seen Hans Colin in quite a while. When she was a freshman, Hans was a junior.
He was her senior in the same major, who had helped her out many times.
"Senior, have a seat." Jasmine wiped her hands clean.
Hans sat across from her, watching her for a while, "Jasmine, have you... been crying?"
"Huh? No, haha, these crayfish are so spicy, way too spicy." Jasmine rubbed her hands, giggling.
Hans chuckled too, he had been observing her for a while - even though it was clear she had been crying, she still wouldn't admit it.
She was still as stubborn as ever.
"Senior, have you had dinner yet? If not, let's eat together. Shall I pour you some wine?"
"No need. I need to drive later."
"Oh, ok. Senior, are you here alone?"
"Yeah, I'm meeting a friend here and ran into you." Hans gave her a smirk.
Jasmine watched him, it had been a long time since she last saw him. Senior was still the same.
He was very tall, mature, humble, neither arrogant nor impatient.
