For the next six months, Daisy seemed to vanish from our lives.
Austin and I gradually started talking about marriage.
So he and his friends planned that proposal.
Actually, I already knew about it. While doing laundry, I'd found the ring receipt in his pocket, and I'd been looking forward to it with huge hopes.
I never expected Austin to give me such a "surprise."
After I packed up my things, I texted Austin: "Break up."
Not long after I sent the message, he called.
I hung up.
He called again.
Annoyed, I just turned off my phone.
When Monday came, Austin was waiting at the entrance of my company.
My coworkers watched us with awkward expressions.
I didn't want him to interfere with my work, so I asked my boss, Mr. Sterling, for a half-day leave to settle things between us.
Mr. Sterling gave me a long look, a faint smile playing on his lips, and agreed without hesitation.
We walked to a small plaza downstairs.
We used to sit on a shady bench during lunch, sharing the homemade lunch box I made for him.
Now, we were here to break up.