"You should eat more. You look too skinny."
My lips parted at what he said. Who's skinny he's talking about? My body is just right!
"I'm not too skinny." I promise. Will it interfere with my body as well?
"Yes, you are."
"Shut up, Raxon." He smirked at my irritated face.
"We haven't seen each other in seven years, your head is getting hot." I shrugged and sip on my juice. The questions began to work in my brain. He wouldn't mind if I ask him some questions, right?
"Uh, by the way .." He looked at me. "I thought you married Amber Hermaña?"
"How did you know that?"
"I saw an article about your engagement, years ago." I look down at the cutlery. It's just, remembering those times makes my heart ache. No matter how many years passed, every time I remembered what happened, I still couldn't help but be hurt. That's part in the process of moving on, I guess?
