Gerald wouldn’t just come out and say why, either. Today was just a chance meeting.
He was a soft-hearted man and held particular sympathy for people who were suffering.
Of course he could just solve their problems straight away: Find them a nicer place to stay in, put all the kids in school… all it would take was a few words from him.
However, from the moment Gerald saw Queta again, his heart had been racing wildly out of control. Some subtle emotion was compelling him to get closer to her, to get to know her better.
He didn’t understand this feeling.
Yet, thinking back now, he’d known from the first time he laid eyes on her… Just one look from the side and her face had been burned into his memory.
A girl he’d met purely by chance. How could he be feeling this way about her?
He didn’t have the slightest clue. All he knew was that, from the moment he met her, he’d felt like he’d known her forever.
The two of them began to talk, warming towards each other with each passing moment.
Without noticing, an entire afternoon had gone by.
“Queta, Yasmin, I’m going now. I’ll visit again in a few days!” Gerald waved goodbye to the girls and took his leave.
After spending the day with them, his heart felt light, his soul at peace for the first time in an eternity.
Then his phone rang. It was Lilian.
When they’d last parted ways, Gerald had asked to exchange numbers with her. Reluctantly, she’d agreed.
“I say, Gerald… I invite you to be a part of this gathering, and you’re going to be late for your first time?” Lilian’s voice was sharp with reprimand. “I said to meet at five. Where are you?”
“Oh, something came up, so I was held back. On my way now, maybe ten minutes!”
Doot… doot… Without another word, she’d hung up on him.
Gerald smiled wryly.
He should have just stayed out of this ‘old schoolmates’ trouble. What a d*mned headache!
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