"Do you all know each other?" Bikki asked excitedly.
Before Nikki could say anything, one of her friends said, "Yes! We are all high school classmates!"
The boy looked at Nikki for a moment, but there was no special expression on his face.
.
Just then, the boy's phone rang. He picked up the phone without saying anything and went out.
Nikki also did not feel like staying there any longer. She told her friends, "I am getting a call from home. It is late, I am leaving."
When Nikki came out, she saw that the boy was standing near his car and talking to someone on the phone. His eyebrows were slightly stretched, as if he was in some argument.
But as soon as he saw Nikki coming out, his conversation suddenly stopped.
The eyes of both of them met.
No one said anything for a few moments.
Then, the boy disconnected the call and said softly—
"Are you leaving so soon?"
Nikki's steps stopped for just a moment. She tightened her fingers a little more on the strap of the bag, took a deep breath and without turning, answered—
"Yes."
But then, for some reason, she stopped herself.
She turned and looked at him.
"You haven't changed at all," there was a slight bitterness in her voice.
The boy looked at her, a slight curiosity arose in his eyes. "In what sense?"
As if you have no regrets."
With her words, there was a pause in the atmosphere.
The boy did not say anything for a few seconds. There was a slight sparkle in his eyes, but he hid it.
He kept looking at Nikki for a few seconds, then said in a soft voice—
"You started all this."
Nikki's face showed shock for a moment, but she hid it quickly.
Without saying anything else, the boy walked towards the door of the restaurant and went inside.
Nikki was angry.
"I started it?"
Her eyes fell on the car. The same car.
Is it his car?
Without thinking, she ran her finger on the door of the car, making a long scratch.
But her anger had still not cooled down.
Then she felt strange.
Her stomach started to turn nauseous.
"Oh no..."
And without looking for any other way, she bent down and pushed the door of the same car. She vomited.
Just then, a boy came running towards her.
"Hey! What are you doing with my car?"
Nikki's eyes widened.
"This... this is your car?"
"Yes! And you scratched it and vomited on it?" the boy said angrily.
Nikki's mind suddenly went numb.
She looked at the car again... oh shit!
This was not the car of the boy—the one she hated.
Misunderstanding... and a big mistake!
She didn't say anything for a second. Then, without thinking, she panicked and ran in the other direction.
"Hey! Wait!" the boy shouted from behind, but Nikki kept walking fast without stopping.
As she ran, she said to herself in a small voice—
"Now I really need to run!"