Mag-log inThe next day, the family arrived early—and to my surprise, Jenny rang the doorbell too. Dad answered, so we didn’t speak.
“Good morning,” she greeted, then quietly settled into a calm corner, just like she always did.
“What are you doing here?” I asked, curious.
“Amber asked me to come,” she replied. “She said it was important.”
“I didn’t know you’d be here,” Kevin said, joining us.
“Neither did I—until this morning,” Jenny smiled.
“The old man doesn’t mind you spending Saturday at your ex’s house?” Kevin asked rudely.
Luckily, Dad was within earshot. My jaw dropped.
“Excuse me?” Jenny asked, confused. Dad quickly stepped in and invited her to try some cake. He gave me a meaningful look—this was still a mess I hadn’t cleaned up.
“Kevin,” I said, walking over to my cousin, “there is no ‘old, rich guy.’ That was just me jumping to conclusions.”
I quickly filled him in on the essentials. By the end, he was laughing.
“You really stirred up a mess for yourself,” he said. “Guess I’d better find a way to fix this.”
Kevin walked over to Jenny, who was browsing the bookshelf in the living room. I followed, just in case he said something else stupid.
“Jane,” Kevin said, “sorry if that came off rude. I thought you had to be at your old professor’s practice today.”
“Oh, I see,” Jenny smiled. “Not many people call him ‘old,’ but during the summer, my weekends are always free. He doesn’t really care what I do,” she said. “Not having a great day?”
“Seeing you smile just made it better,” Kevin laughed. Jenny smiled and walked away.
“Nice save,” I said. “But maybe stop trying to charm my girlfriend.”
“She’s not like Eve,” Kevin said. “And she’s not your girlfriend anymore.”
“She isn’t, indeed, for the first part—and you never know about the second,” I said with a smile, leaving him behind.
I didn’t seek out Jenny’s company, and she made sure to stay in a different room from me. Thankfully, my family was polite enough not to put her in an awkward position. They chatted with her kindly, nothing more.
Just before lunch, Amber and Brad arrived, and everyone gathered around the garden table. Jenny sat at the far end, across from me, next to Grandma, who was clearly talking to her about cooking. When Brad stood up during lunch, Jenny glanced at me and smiled. I didn’t even try to look away anymore.
“Dear family,” Brad said, raising his glass, “we’d love for all of you to join us next year for our wedding. I can’t give you the details just yet, but we’ll keep you posted.”
Amber pulled the ring from her pocket and slipped it on. Sarah squealed, Mom was visibly moved, and Jenny smiled.
After lunch, the women gathered around Amber, admiring the ring. Jenny stepped over to me.
“See, pretty boy? You’ve got to know how to lose gracefully,” she said with a smile.
Amber pushed me aside a little, but I didn’t move from there.
“Well? What do you think?” she asked, showing off the white gold ring with a diamond.
“It’s a beautiful ring,” my girlfriend said with a smile. “Congratulations.”
“But…” Amber laughed. “I can see it on your face—there’s a ‘but.’ You don’t like it, do you?”
“That’s not what matters,” Jenny deflected, but I was starting to catch on to what Amber was doing.
“You’re more of a yellow gold person, right?” Amber asked. She knew exactly which questions wouldn’t raise Jenny’s suspicions—but would still get her talking. I stayed quiet and just listened.
“You know me well,” Jenny smiled. “But really, I didn’t get the ring. You know it’s the gesture that counts. Few men actually get it right when it comes to what their girlfriend wants.” She laughed, and I quietly stepped back.
The afternoon passed quickly, but Jenny didn’t stay long. She said quiet goodbyes to Amber and my parents before slipping her shoes back on.
“Can I walk you home?” I asked as she quietly reached for her coat.
“If it makes you feel better,” she said.
I quickly grabbed my sweater and closed the door behind us.
“When are you heading back?” she asked.
“In a few days,” I replied.
I hesitated, then asked, “And you? When do you leave?”—just to fill the silence.
“The day after tomorrow,” she said. “I want to focus on the shop.”
“Will I see you before then?” I asked as we reached Uncle Steve’s house.
“We should talk tomorrow at Tony’s,” she said seriously. “If—if you’re free, of course.”
“I’ll be there at the usual time,” I smiled.
“Thank you,” she said, and went inside.
By the time I got home, the rest of the family had left. My parents had already cleaned everything up, and only Amber and Brad stayed for dinner.
“So, what’s the news with school?” Amber asked over dinner.
“I got the letter today,” I said, grinning. “I got in—and I don’t have to repeat the year. I didn’t lose anything. I’m only going to gain.”
“I’m so proud of you, sweetheart,” Mom said, clearly emotional.
“You finally climbed out of that hole, little brother,” Amber laughed.
“Now I just need to win Jenny back,” I added.
“You’ll probably have a few more rounds to go,” Dad said.
“I know,” I sighed. “What do you know about the French guy?” I asked Amber.
“Not much. The negotiations are still ongoing. Jane’s still coming home on weekdays, even in early fall. Why?”
“She looked really happy dancing with him at the wedding,” said, with a hint of jealousy in my voice.
“Of course she was,” Amber laughed. “No surprise there. He talked about himself, Jane listened—and you weren’t the one dancing with her. He was one of the best partners she had that day.”
“I just hope she’s not still chatting with him.”
“Hey,” Amber said, switching topics, “Jane and I had some promo gifts made for the shop. Want to take a few with you to the dorm? Could be good advertising before the opening—just hand them out to the students.”
“Sure,” I said. “Just toss them in my bag.”
On Monday morning, we headed to school, but I knew that during the week, I’d only see her in the evenings because of the shop.“Where were you this weekend, Jay?” Phil asked before class.“With my girlfriend.”“You got a girlfriend pretty fast,” he laughed.“Luckily, that’s never been a problem,” I laughed. I didn’t feel like telling them who she was.Until midweek, our evenings together at her place were all we had. Once Paul returned, I usually slept at the dorm. A few more months, and we’d be together every day anyway.On Friday, after school, I drove us home—we took one car, so we had time to talk.“Babe,” I starte
We barely slept that night, and even during the day, we spent all our time together. But for dinner, she dressed beautifully, wearing her old green-and-silver dress. I had reserved a table at an Asian restaurant on the edge of the park near us. Since the weather was nice and the distance was short, we walked.“Do you like Brian and Mayoko’s apartment?” I asked as we strolled.“I do,” she said. “It’s not a cheap area, but Paul and Brian can afford it.”“Would you live here with me?” I asked, watching her reaction.“W-with you?” she asked, surprised. “I just officially became your girlfriend,” she laughed.“Not now,” I said. “In the future.”“That’s still far off,” she smiled.
Slowly, my life at university settled into a rhythm.Daryl and Aaron found out I transferred here, and they were happy about it. I spent several evenings a week at my girlfriend’s place, swam in the mornings, met up with our friends weekly, and once a month, I went home to do house calls with Uncle Steve. Jenny would either translate or study, but she always came home with me. After she and Adam finished negotiations, she only took on interpreting jobs in rare cases.I was balanced and happy, and my girlfriend shone more brightly each day. She was finally starting to believe that I truly loved her. I was sure plenty of people tried to win her over, but I trusted her completely.At university, no one knew I was Uncle Steve’s apprentice, but in every lecture, I had to be able to answer at least one of his personalized questions.“Are we going to the game tomorrow?” Da
On Friday evening, I went to my girlfriend’s place for an early dinner. She had set the table and prepared a meal, looking just as stunning as she had every other day that week.I handed her the flowers I’d brought, kissed her after slipping off my shoes, and she smiled.“Sit down,” she said, gesturing toward the dining table.“Babe.” I grinned as she started serving, but I didn’t sit. “You do realize that dinner doesn’t necessarily mean dinner?” I laughed.“I thought you were hungry,” she said, cheeks heating as I wrapped my arms around her from behind.“Put everything in the fridge,” I murmured, trailing slow kisses up her neck. “We won’t be eating for a while. I’m craving something else more.”Within minutes, the table was cleared. We kissed breathlessly as I led her to the bedroom. She unbuttoned my shirt while I tugged at hers. I pushed her skirt down impatiently, my hands greedy, while she slipped out gracefully, smirking at my rush.When we reached her bed, I laid her down and
The following week, I only called Jenny late Monday night after she had closed the shop, and we set up another date for Tuesday. According to her, the shop had opened successfully, and Adam had finalized the negotiations. At least we wouldn’t have to hear about Benoit anymore.On Tuesday evening, we met in the park—it wasn’t far for either of us. She was wearing a short skirt again, paired with boots, but this time, her top was even more revealing.“Babe,” I said after she kissed me, “are you trying to drive me crazy with these outfits?” I laughed.“Is it working?” she asked with a mischievous smile.“Oh, absolutely,” I said. “I’m losing my mind over you.”“Good,” she laughed.Our date wasn’t particularly eventful—we mostly talked and kissed on a secluded bench. We agreed to meet there every afternoon.The next day, everyone arrived early for Uncle Steve’s class. I took the same seat as last week—I no longer felt the need to sit lower. As soon as he walked in, the room fell silent.“We
We walked back through the park, and I refused to let go of her hand. It was already dusk, and the streetlights cast a warm glow over the path.“Why have you been so uncertain lately?” I asked as we walked.“Because I’m confused,” she admitted quietly. “I hoped you wouldn’t stay at that faraway university—it was a bad idea even without considering me,” she said in her beloved know-it-all tone. “But I have no idea what you want from me. If you had told me everything at the end of summer, we wouldn’t have had to set all those rules, and I wouldn’t have been so flustered at Brian’s place.”“I love that I can still make you flustered,” I said, stopping under a large tree.I leaned against the trunk and gently pulled her close. I lifted her chin so she would look at me.“I never stopped loving you,” I said, losing myself in her beau
“I couldn’t be with someone who wasn’t,” she replied, regaining her confidence. She was calm again.“And what exactly makes him a real man?” I raised my voice, unable to hold back the surge of maddening jealousy.“A real man isn’t just a man in bed,” she said, clearly unaware she’d just handed me t
It was late when I pulled into the driveway next to her little red car. She was locking the front door, wearing a loose sweatshirt and sweatpants, her coat unzipped—clearly heading out. Her hair was pinned up messily.“Hey,” I said behind her.“Uncle Steve’s not home,” she replied without turning a
I wandered around for a while, chatting with Brian, who gave me the rundown on every couple that showed up. Then Daniel arrived. He wore a green shirt and black pants. Paul greeted him warmly. His light blond hair was still cropped short—he hadn’t changed a bit.“Go say hi,” Brian nudged me, then l
I looked over—she had her back to me and hadn’t noticed us. She was with three men and a woman, translating. She wore a modest gray suit but still looked incredible. Her new hairstyle was pinned up, though that one stubborn strand still curled loose at the side. I tried not to stare. I failed.“She







