Chapter 8. Old Friends

— Well, you know, people are different.

In this situation, I was doing the best I could. My date with the brownies was interrupted so suddenly… That's a real shame. Rachel wouldn't be petty enough to take everything away from me, would she?

She stared at me for a while-which was hard to detect emotion. Then she finally sighed and let go of my hand.

— You're not going to take that away from me, are you? — I asked carefully.

Rachel gave me a disgruntled look.

— As if I cared.

After saying that, she just turned and walked away. I looked at her with a brownie in my mouth. It was only then that I realized I'd missed such a good chance to talk in private. Eh… It was a habit I hadn't been able to eradicate, even over the years.

When my thoughts turned to food, I couldn't think about anything else. But for sure it wasn't the last opportunity, so I didn't worry about it for long.