"Where are you?" Lindsay asks frantically the moment I answer her call. "We're already standing outside Pump House for fifteen minutes and you're still not here."
“I’m sorry. I was stuck in traffic,” I apologize right away.
It’s finally the day of our class reunion.
Yes, I accepted the invitation and gave my word to Lindsay. I also paid for my share. They added me to their group chat and my classmates expressed their excitement to meet me again. Some even said they missed me even though I had not really talked to them during high school.
I thought that maybe it was for respect and courtesy. They might want me to feel comfortable with them by acting that way. However, those things also made me uneasy as I didn’t know what to reply when I wasn’t feeling the same enthusiasm as them.
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