LOGINAfter the game, we waited until most of the crowd had cleared out.
“Pizzeria?” Frankie asked while we waited.
“It’s your birthday,” Brian smiled at him.
“I hope you’re not upset about Daryl’s idea,” Diane said cautiously.
“Not at all,” Frankie grinned. “You guys made this birthday unforgettable.”
We left the stadium and Brian drove us to a pizzeria near the city park.
It was a wooden building with large windows. The kitchen was right by the entrance, where a guy in colorful clothes and oversized glasses greeted us.
The pizzeria had a nostalgic style—the waitresses wore quirky, colorful outfits or pants, accessorized with huge necklaces and headbands. Flowers and peace signs were painted all over the white walls.
They found us a large enough table by the window, far from the entrance.
The guys sat on one side, the girls on the other. Everything was a swirl of colors.
The girls immediately started chatting about the wedding, admiring Diane’s ring—except Jenny. I was about to ask her about it, but Diane beat me to it.
“Jane,” she asked cheerfully, “you already saw it, didn’t you?”
Daryl looked embarrassed, while Jenny just smiled.
“I couldn’t let a man get lost in the options,” my love laughed.
“It’s okay, love,” Diane threw a quick kiss to Daryl. “This is exactly what I wanted.”
“I picked it,” Daryl said quickly. “Jane showed me three, but the final choice was mine.”
“That’s true. I’m glad you like it—it’s a beautiful ring,” my girlfriend smiled.
I smirked—she had said the exact same thing to my sister, meaning this ring wasn’t her style either. I glanced at it—it was similar to Amber’s, but with a larger stone and a wider setting.
The girls kept discussing wedding plans, while Jenny sat quietly, listening as she ate her pizza. The others were more focused on talking than eating.
“I’ll be right back,” I said after finishing my food and headed to the restroom. Brian followed and stopped me halfway.
“Jay,” he asked. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Your decisions have consequences,” he clarified.
“Seems like no one openly worries anymore,” I laughed. “But this was actually a good decision.”
“After last year’s outbursts, don’t be surprised,” he said. “But yeah… this was a good decision—unlike last year’s.”
“You could’ve told me back then if you disagreed,” I pointed out.
“To you?” he laughed. “What were we supposed to say—that going to that faraway school was a mistake and you were being an idiot? If we had, you would’ve dug in and stayed just to prove us wrong.”
“That’s not true,” I objected.
“It is, and you know it,” he grinned. “Jane was the only one who had a chance of getting through to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nothing,” he shrugged. “We just hoped you’d reach out to her and talk. Of course, you messed that up too,” he laughed.
“I have a feeling there’s more to this story,” I patted my friend’s shoulder, but he just grinned. “One day, you’ll get married, and I’ll give a speech.”
“You too,” he grinned. “So be smart about it.”
“Thanks,” I called after him as he headed back.
“You would’ve done the same for me,” she said and quickly hugged me.
“Did I miss something?” Aaron grinned beside us.
“Better if you forget it,” I said dryly.
“Alright, alright,” Aaron laughed and headed back to his seat with Brian, while I went to the restroom.
When I returned, there was enthusiastic nodding all around.
“Messyhair,” Jenny whispered, “do you feel like going to a party tonight?”
“Sure, I haven’t been to one here yet.”
We quickly said our goodbyes, and everyone went home to get ready. Diane and Daryl lived an hour and a half away, so Jenny took Diane shopping for an outfit while Daryl waited at Paul’s.
“Nice planning,” I laughed.
“Yeah,” Daryl looked happy. “Jane came up with it last year when you weren’t here, but we had to wait for Frankie’s birthday.”
“Do you have plans for the wedding?” I asked.
“Diane has a hundred different ones, so I’m leaving it to her,” he laughed. “Our parents already know—I told them this morning before we left.”
The girls arrived, dressed up, and we headed to a lively club Paul had recommended.
After the game, we waited until most of the crowd had cleared out.“Pizzeria?” Frankie asked while we waited.“It’s your birthday,” Brian smiled at him.“I hope you’re not upset about Daryl’s idea,” Diane said cautiously.“Not at all,” Frankie grinned. “You guys made this birthday unforgettable.”We left the stadium and Brian drove us to a pizzeria near the city park.It was a wooden building with large windows. The kitchen was right by the entrance, where a guy in colorful clothes and oversized glasses greeted us.The pizzeria had a nostalgic style—the waitresses wore quirky, colorful outfits or pants, accessorized with huge necklaces and headbands. Flowers and peace signs were painted all over the whit
“I’ll pick you up early tomorrow morning,” he said before walking me to the door.“Uncle Steve,” I said as we reached the entrance, “if it’s okay, I’d rather not tell anyone that I’m your apprentice.”“I wasn’t planning to either,” he smiled. “Anything else?”“For me, the bonus questions aren’t just optional, right?”“I don’t think I even need to answer that,” he laughed. “I liked your response to the alcohol question too.”We shook hands, and I stepped outside.“Messyhair,” Jenny ran after me once I was already on the street. “Just don’t leave me behind on Sunday.”Right there, in the open street, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. She never would have done that be
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
“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







