As they headed toward the main hall, nearing the entrance, a few familiar figures came into view—Chris and Brandon were among them.
"Hehehe, Sophie, you're back! How'd it go? Everything smooth? You're not hurt, are you?" Chris hurried over, his concern written all over his face.
Sophie's eyes sparkled mischievously as she gave a shy smile. "I'm fine, really. What about you? You okay?"
"Me? Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm good. Totally fine." Chris felt like his bones were turning to jelly. She looked even more stunning than before. If he stared any longer, he might just melt on the spot.
And he couldn't help but notice something—a subtle shift in Sophie's demeanor toward him. There was a hint of something… an unspoken signal, like she was opening the door for him to get closer.
Suddenly, he felt like all those whole-grain sandwiches he'd shared with her hadn't gone to waste after all.
Can't hold onto your sandwiches? Don't expect to hold onto a girlfriend.
