𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐖 - Louis Partridge/ book 1, 2, & 3

78: 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒

I wake up early before everyone else. I've decided to take a morning jog around London; something I did every weekend before.

I spot through the corner of my eye. I newly painted shop. I knew what it was immediately. Good Reads. The bookstore or somehow, a tiny library I enjoyed going to after school during the first years I moved to London. It closed shortly, I never knew why.

I waved at the woman outside watering the flowers near the entrance. Mrs. Bridget Jones. She owns the store, she knew every single book I borrowed. She didn't look quite surprised when she saw me; perhaps she hasn't remembered my face.

"Mrs. Jones! It's me Sunny." I flash a smile.

She crumbles her eyes, taking a good look at me. "Sunny? I can hardly believe it. Look how you've grown."

"You look adorable."

"Thank you." I chuckle.

"Why have you decided to open recently?"

"I got bankrupt, dear." She frowns. "Well, now I guess the old bookshop missed the city."

"The city missed her too." I smile again.

Good Reads wasn't well-known here in London. However, some tourists do take a quick look when I was here. Normally, it would just be a couple of kids during weekdays and mostly me and Uhm...Louis on the weekends.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Bridget offers. "I'd like to make you one."

"It's alright, Mrs. Jones."

"I'll be on my way home for breakfast anyway," I say. "I'll see you later. I'll come for sure!"

I jog back on my way home when I see a familiar person walking miserably together with his bike. He seemed like he's been biking for hours; still had his helmet on though.

"Louis Partridge!" I wave up high, running to him.

"Sunny! Hey."

"Looking a bit unfortunate today, aren't we?" I eye his bicycle.

"Every single time." He chuckles.

"Where are you heading anyway?" I ask.

"Good Reads."

"This early?"

"Yeah, Mrs. Jones said she'd open up early for me." He says proudly.

"I see."

"I better get going then." I avoid eye contact.

Without any wave nor a single goodbye to Louis, I had continued my way of jogging back home.

I use my keys to open up our door. Then suddenly arms stretch out from the side of the door; freaking me out.

"Boo!"

"Eric!" I yell. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I was bored." Eric continues to scroll through his phone walking away.

"That bitch." I mumble closing the door behind me.

"I heard you!" Eric yells, raising his middle finger.

"What are you two planning to do for today?" Aunt Julie asked, chewing her apple slice.

"Well, I and Eric are―"

"I'm going to Millie's." Eric interrupts.

"Wait." I paused. "Millie Partridge's house?"

"Yeah, she's picking me up."

"Oh..." I nod and Aunt Julie and I make eye contact. She knows for sure what I think. It's a bit too awkward when my little cousin is hanging out with my ex's little sister.

Or maybe it's not the situation that's awkward. Perhaps it's only me who thinks of it that way.

I guess I should stop sticking to referring to Louis as my ex. When he is my friend.

Isn't he?