Jamie's Point Of View
“Hey Jamie.” he said, a glass of wine in his hand.
“Anon?”
“Mind if I join you?”
“No! Not at all! Have a seat! How are doing? I really didn’t expect to see you here. Are you sure you didn’t get lost?”
“Why does everyone keep saying that?” he chuckled, pulling out a chair. “Anyway, I’m as fine as this wine. And you, how are you? I saw you tearing it up on the dance floor. Impressive stamina.”
“I’m good! But I didn’t see you during the ceremony. You were well hidden.”
“I know how to blend in when needed.” he winked.
“And you? What’s it like being the head of obstetrics and gynecology at the PKA Hospital?”
“Other than exhaustion? Not much to brag about.” he replied, making a mock grimace. “You work hard and then one day you realize it’s all worth it.”
“I’m really happy for you.”
“Thanks, that’s really kind.”
“I have to admit, it’s still surprising to see you. Not that I mind, but I thought you’d be too busy to make it.”
“Anna promised to kill me if I ever tried to miss her wedding. I didn’t want to risk my life.”
“Smart move. She would definitely keep that promise. And it’s great you’re here. You get to reconnect with old friends.”
He smiled at me, his gaze steady.
“Stop it. Don’t do that.”
“Do what?” he feigned.
“That! The way you’re looking at me.”
“Is it so wrong to stare at an old flame?” he smirked.
“Your old flame knows she’s beautiful. No need to stare like a predator eyeing its prey.”
“Are you feeling threatened?”
“Not quite what I meant.”
“Because it's like you're implying that I’m the predator ready to devour you. That’s not what you meant?”
“Oh my God, forgive him his sins. For I can’t no more.” I said sarcastically.
“You haven’t changed much, Jamie.”
“What kind of changes do you expect to see in just two years?”
“Two years is quite awhile.”
“But not long enough for wrinkles.” I replied.
“What about your haircut?”
“Yeah, it’s shorter. Sometimes you just need to cut your hair when you don’t know what else to do with it.”
“That’s true, not exactly a radical change.” he admitted with a grin.
“See?”
“And you’re right. I don’t see any signs of aging on you. You’re even more beautiful than I remember. Are you sure you’re getting older? Because it seems like time is moving backward for you.”
“What are you talking about?” I rolled my eyes, brushing my hair back.
“At least that hasn’t changed.”
“What hasn’t changed?”
“You still uncomfortable with compliments.”
“Goodness…”
“Okay, I’ll stop.” he leaned back in his chair. “But you said you were beautiful. I was just repeating your words.”
“So when are you leaving?” I abruptly changed the subject.
“I just got here and you’re already trying to kick me out?”
“Excuse my clumsiness. Let me rephrase: how long are you staying?”
“That’s much better, thanks.”
“You’re so sick.”
“No, I’m a doctor. I’m here for four days. I can’t stay longer.”
“I understand.”
“What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“I have a painting to finish, but otherwise not much, I think.”
“Want to grab a bite to eat?”
“Excuse me?” my eyes opened wide.
“It’s not one of those cliché gestures to win back your heart.”
“And I don’t know whether I should accept because it’s reassuring or decline because it’s offensive.”
“You want me to win back your heart?” he asked, brows furrowing in confusion.
“That’s not what I said…”
“Because if that’s the case, I won’t hold back.”
“Please, hold back.”
“The flame is still there, right?”
“No Anon, the flame is gone. Do you really think I’d cling to a ghost of a relationship like ours for a decade? Your time has expired, sir.” I tucked my hair behind my ear. “And besides, you left multiple times so the idea of ‘reviving the so-called flame’ isn’t even on the table.”
“I’d marry you just for your honesty. Though you just shattered my hopes.”
“We’ve known each other since... middle school. You’ve always known I’m honest.”
“I know and I also know it’s a quality that comes with risks.” he responded proudly.
“Such as?”
“It’s like trees. The straightest ones are the first cut down.”
“At least I’m the lumberjack's first choice.”
“Yeah, only to end up in ashes.”
“Like the flame you let burn out all this time.” I shot back with a wink, standing up to leave.
“Ouch... Rude. So, are you in for tomorrow night?”
“Yeah, I’m in. Pick me up at my place!” I called out as I headed toward the living room.
“Deal! By the way, I loved your speech!” he added. “Can you give me one like that at my wedding?”
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