"Boston?"
Cherry surprised to see a familiar face at the spot she got her coffee. Boston was someone she expected to still be in New York.
Becca had mentioned he visited once or twice when she was having her fever but she couldn't talk to him at the moment because she wasn't in the mood to see anyone. Especially him.
"Cherry." He said with a smile on his face. A genuine smile from him, like always. Not much had changed when it came to Boston.
He always looked so stylish. Today, he was dressed just a short sleeved plain black shirt, that showed his tattoos, with black joggers on his flats. He was the most fashionable man in the room.
He also looked much better than the last time Cherry had seen him. He was visibly glowing, a contrast from the last time they met when she was glowing an
