The last time we met, I was drunk—a detail that muddled the sequence of events, leaving much of the night a murky haze in my memory. But knowing my proclivity for chaos when intoxicated, I was certain it had been nothing short of a disaster.
I could only hope Nathan didn't despise me for it.
Glancing at his expression furtively, I saw no trace of malice, but my sense of guilt rendered me incapable of meeting his gaze. Instead, my eyes fixed themselves nervously on the cracked cement beneath my feet.
"Nathan, your motorcycle has been fully repaired. I'll be leaving now," I said, summoning a forced smile to my lips. "If there are any further issues, you can contact Professor Davis."
Nathan's brow arched, his tone raised—as though my address amused him.
"Nathan?"
"Haha."
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