"Okay." Denver Petal nodded, smiled lightly, and said, "Thanks."
"No problem."
Koa Jackson hung up the phone and composed a text ssage to send to him.
Denver Petal lowered his head, saved the number, and stared at the phone screen, unable to recover for a long ti.
Josephine...
It’s been several years since they last t, truly unsure how she’s been.
"Mr. Petal?" The sales clerk at the counter called out to him with a smile, "Your necklace?"
"Wrap it up." Denver Petal put away his phone and smiled.
"Are you sure you want this one?" The clerk recalled his earlier indecision and confird once more.
"Yes." Denver Petal answered distractedly.
"Alright, please wait a mont." The clerk bent down to get the receipt.
Denver Petal took out his phone again for a glance, pressed his thin lips together, and pulled out Josephine Holland’s number.
Still a little afraid to dial it.
If she’s not doing well, he’d always feel heartbroken.
If she’s doing well, he wouldn’t want to disrupt her life anymore.
In the end, very conflicted.
After settling the bill, he carried the necklace and walked out.
The phone that he had been holding suddenly rang.
The very number he had just received.
Denver Petal took a deep breath and answered with a "Hello."
After a brief silence, a female voice softly said, "Denver Petal, it’s Josephine."
Denver Petal stood on the bustling street, listening to that voice, and couldn’t recover for a long ti. He said, "I know."
"Do you have ti to et?"
"When?"
"Now."
"Smooth Street, Wells." Denver Petal said.
"Okay."
Denver Petal listened to the beeping sound on the phone, glanced at it, "Call ended."
He took another deep breath, carrying the necklace to the parking spot, tossed the necklace onto the passenger seat, and drove off.
——
Three o’clock in the afternoon.
Smooth Street, Wells Tea Restaurant.
After eight years, Denver Petal saw Josephine Holland again.
Still as beautiful and cheerful as before, only with ti, the girl he knew had beco a charming and gracious woman.
Not too different from how he had imagined.
The scars she once carried had disappeared without a trace.
Denver Petal’s mood was sowhat complicated, slowly stirring the coffee in front of him, he asked, "Have you been well these years?"
"And how about you?" Josephine Holland looked into his eyes and asked.
"Alright, how have you been?" Denver Petal smiled lightly, not ntioning any of the excess.
He had once gone mad searching for her for three years, studied law because of her, and gave up his beloved music to beco a lawyer.
Yet—
Upon eting again, all of it seed to be in the past.
"I’m not well." Josephine Holland put down the milk tea in her hand, "I have been thinking about you all along."
Thinking about him, yet she could heartlessly leave for eight years?
Denver Petal took a sip of coffee without speaking.
Josephine Holland stood up, ca to his side, wrapped his arm with one hand, and whispered, "I spent eight years forgetting those things, and finally dared to stand before you, Denver Petal, I love you, I know you will forgive for leaving without a word, let’s start over."
Denver Petal took a deep breath and still said nothing.
The fact that he was already married seed very difficult to voice.
He remained silent.
The delicate profile of his lowered face was exquisite beyond asure.
A woman nearby, who was drinking coffee with her boyfriend, saw this and paused, secretly taking a photo of the two.
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