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Since 16 years old, Jane had no experience of having a crush on someone else. The thing that happened within her family had impacted a lot in her life.
Somehow, the gentleness of that man towards her made her realise there's still a good man out there.
A day passes by, for almost a week, Jane did not see the same Uber. How disappointed was that?
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After two weeks,
Jane and her mother always go to a mall every Sunday. She took care of her mother. She takes the best clothes she had and puts on some makeup, wearing nice shoes and searching for an Uber.
With hope, she can find the same Uber she had a crush on.
After a while, a Uber came, but it's not him. She must be so disappointed.
But still, she asked Uber politely to get them to the mall. Navigation was set on. For about 30 minutes, they had arrived at their destination. Thank you with a smile, Jane.
About an hour they were still at the mall.
Jane had a favourite bookstore at the mall, so she wanted to go there while her mother rests a while in a coffee cafe. "I wanted to go to check on some book, mom, wait for me here. I'll go there for a while". Then her mother replied, "Take your time, I'll wait here".
As she enters the bookstore, she was searching for a book. Unexpectedly, she saw someone.
Just at the corner of the book racks, there was a man who looks familiar. Oh no, she said, her heart was beating, and half excited, she wanted to say hello, but she just froze there.
That man suddenly turns around and coincidently looking directly at Jane with a smile.
"Hey, it's you, the girl from a bookstore," He said.
Jane was happy to hear that and said in her heart, "He remembered me".
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"Yes, that's me", Jane shyly answered.
"I'm Bresley; what are you doing here?" He said.
"Just looking for a book." with a shy smile, Jane answered.
"Oh, I see. Do you wanna be a friend?" He said.
When she just about to answer, her phone rang as her mother called her.
Unfortunately, they had to go; they did not take a Uber this time; they had to take a bus, so she must hurry. But still, she writes down something on her piece of paper and shyly gave that to Bresley.
It was her phone number.
"I'm Jane; nice meeting you." She said and suddenly said goodbye.
At night, around 9.00 pm.
A chat was pop up on Jane's phone. It was Bresley.
How happy she was at that night.
They both got to know each other almost every day. They became friends, and they talked about everything. Jane was very comfortable being herself when she's with Bresley.
Things get well between Bresley and Jane.
So, he met with Jane's mother, Susie.
Sometimes they had dinner together at Jane's house.
They become close as time passes by.
So, in return Bresley want Jane to met his parent too.
She agreed.
The next day, Bresley picked up Jane at her house. Then, they go straight to Bresley's house.
As soon as she arrived, they waited in the living room.
The moment his parents came out,
Jane stops at the moment. She couldn't move her feet.
What actually happened to her at that moment she sees his parents?
Disclaimer; The character and name used in this short story are a made-up name, and it is based on the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locale or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
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