Dr. Quinn was never a talkative person.
Just as she was about to speak, her phone rang. She frowned when she saw it was a work call. “Callie, chat with Dr. Quinn for a bit,” she said, then walked to the corner to answer the call.
Callie nodded, subconsciously clutching the hem of her clothes, a habitual action when she was nervous, unchanged over the years.
Jamir picked up a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to her. “Miss Marsh, you are dressed very formally today, quite different from how I remember.”
Callie took a deep breath, not taking the bottle. She mustered her courage and looked him in the eye. “Jamir.”
The man smiled. “You still remember me.”
How could she forget the man who occupied her entire teenage years?
“I remember your major was financial management, not psychology.” So she never expected Regan’s psychologist to be him.
“I studied it on my own after going abroad and achieved some success.” Jamir forcibly placed the bottle of water into her hand. “I didn’t expect Tobias to be your friend.”
“Jamir, I’m married.” She suddenly blurted out. His hand paused slightly, then he quickly responded, “I know.”
Of course, he had talked so much with Regan; he should know everything about her.
“But I also know,” he suddenly leaned closer to Callie and whispered in her ear, “he’s not good to you.”
This sentence acted like a catalyst, causing Callie’s turbulent emotions to erupt. She shoved Jamir away forcefully. “This has nothing to do with you.”
Regan finished her call and turned around to see this scene. The two of them looked like old acquaintances who hadn’t seen each other in years, both harboring unresolved emotions, tense and confrontational.
“What happened?” She quickly stepped forward.
Callie stared at Jamir, her emotions layered and complex. “Regan, I suddenly have something to do. I need to go.”
With that, she turned and left immediately, her steps quick.
Regan was at a loss and exchanged a few glances with Jamir. The latter raised his hand gentlemanly. “Go after her.”
Callie had already walked far away. Her chest heaved as she struggled to cope. Jamir had returned. After all these years, she thought he would never come back…
She recalled the days spent with Jamir, like a fleeting dream.
In the dream, it was her freshman year. She was a native of Ylosea, while her roommates were all from other places, their speech and eating habits different from hers. She usually buried herself in her studies, her personality cold and aloof.
The first time she saw Jamir was when she lost track of time reading in the library and missed the dormitory curfew. She found a 24-hour convenience store and ordered some oden while gazing at the hazy moon above.
Ylosea was always lively at night, with sports cars roaring past, driven by local wealthy young men in flashy clothes and ostentatious license plates.
Callie had her hands in the pockets of her denim skirt, a cigarette dangling from her lips as she watched with interest, thinking about how to wake up the dormitory supervisor to let her in.
Jamir appeared in her line of sight at that moment.
A flashy car parked arrogantly, and the person inside was even more flamboyant. His almond-shaped eyes were deep and captivating, staring directly at people, yet his smile gave an illusion of harmlessness.
He was truly handsome.
“Hey there,” the boy in the car raised his eyebrows at her with an accent.
He must be from Afupshire, Callie thought.
“Hello.”
The boy chuckled and handed over a bill. “Could you get me a pack of cigarettes?”