“Yeah, had I known I was going to give it to you, I would have picked something more special.”
“I can’t accept this,” Xanthea pushed the crystal globe back, leaving Benjamin puzzled. “Why not? Don’t you like it?”
“No, it’s too precious, and you made it yourself, right? It must have taken a lot of effort.”
Benjamin replied, “That’s what makes it meaningful. It’s not like those generic gifts from corporations or brands. Every time you see it, you’ll think of me.”
“But I wasn’t aware of this tradition and haven’t prepare anything for you.”
Tradition?
Benjamin paused for a moment, then laughed, “Xan, you’ve got it all wrong. This isn’t some unspoken rule about colleagues exchanging gifts. It was just me wanting to give you a gift to make you a friend.”
“Xan, just accept Benjamin’s gift,” Oliver chimed in. “If there’s the need, your uncle can help you return the favor!”
“Alright then.”
Xanthea finally accepted the gift he persisted in offering, considering their long-term collaboration ahead, which would provide ample opportunities to reciprocate.
Inside the crystal globe’s box was a square mirror. As Xanthea closed the lid, she unintentionally saw a reflection of a white van parked behind them, adorned with colorful letters.
She had noticed this van when they first got into the car, and now, after walking a bit, it was still following them. Was it a coincidence?
“Ryan, is someone following us?”
“Following us?”
Ryan glanced in the rearview mirror just as the white van switched lanes.
“Nope.”
Oliver turned around, confused, “What’s up, Xan?”
“Nothing, must’ve been my mistake.”
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