Bonnie ended up spending way longer in the supermarket than she meant to, but her mood was too good to care. She strolled up and down the aisles with a spring in her step, stacking her cart with a case of milk and enough food to last her through the next few days. Finals were coming, and she was ready to hunker down and hit the books.
By the time she left, her arms were loaded with grocery bags, and her fingers ached under the weight. She paused near the convenience store, shifting the bags to her other hand, just as someone called her name.
She glanced over to see Ralph on his scooter, parked along the curb, grinning at her like she was the best thing he'd seen all day.
"Bonnie! Let me help you," he called out, bounding over before she could even answer. "I'm delivering to your building anyway and I'm not in any rush."
Bonnie hesitated, not wanting to put him out, but Ralph was already there, cutting across a little dirt path in the grass, taking the bags right out of her hands.
"I'll drop these at your door, don't worry about it," he said, rubbing the back of his head as if he was a little embarrassed. "Oh, by the way, I saw all that stuff online. Honestly, wild. That dancer always looked so classy, but who knew she could be so nasty? How could someone go after you like that? All for a guy, too. Makes no sense. Some people are just messed up."
He checked her reaction, then added, "But you’re amazing, you know? They tried to drag you down twice and you just kept going. This time, I really think Aiken is going to make things right. Get them locked up or something." Ralph's face flushed red. He gave her a quick, shy smile, then revved his scooter and sped off before she could say a word.
Bonnie stood there, warmth bubbling in her chest. She hadn't managed to get a single word in, but just hearing someone affirm her like that made her feel lighter. She tipped her head back, letting herself smile softly up at the perfect blue sky.
Even the weather seemed to brighten.
She was just about to keep walking when the speakers outside the convenience store switched songs. A familiar love ballad drifted into the chilly air, this time covered by a guy from some variety show.
Bonnie caught the host's introduction at the start, but she didn't stick around to listen to the rest. Three years ago, right after the breakup, this song could twist her heart into knots. Nowadays, it just felt tired, like a memory that had been left behind for too long.
She knew she wasn’t the kind of person to look back anymore. The past was over. Some things couldn’t be made right no matter how much you missed them.
Bonnie melted into the afternoon crowd, her figure slowly disappearing among the people enjoying the gentle winter sun.
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