Chapter 123 Little Daisy
On my way back to my room, I washed up but still felt uneasy. To calm down, I started drawing.
I get totally absorbed in whatever I do. Within minutes of picking up the brush, I was fully immersed.
By the time I put the brush down, exhausted and seeing stars, it was almost 1 AM.
Having something to do made time fly and eased my sadness.
Dragging myself to bed, I habitually picked up my phone and opened Facebook. Brad had messaged me over three hours ago, right after I got back to the apartment.
The message was short and simple: [If you're concerned about that post, I can explain.]
Turns out, the girl was from Hugh's family, named Wendy, and she was twenty. After high school, she didn't go to college but started her own business, opening a small studio mainly for advertising design.
A few days ago, she took on a big project but needed Brad's help due to her lack of experience.
Brad said Wendy's flight back was tomorrow night, and if I wanted to meet her, he could take me along.
With Brad's explanation, I remembered something from years ago.
It must have been six or seven years ago, probably the summer of my freshman year in high school, when a little girl came to Emma's house. Brad had introduced her to me back then.
It was so long ago and she wasn't important to me, so I didn't remember Wendy immediately when Brad mentioned her.
As I recalled that young face from years ago, it matched the person in the picture closely.
I reopened the picture and looked closely. Although Wendy was standing close to Brad, her gaze towards him wasn't affectionate but admiring.
So that's what it was!
I was so jealous at the time that I lost my basic judgment and felt miserable for days.
I had been obsessing over it, feeling heartbroken and betrayed, even crying for half the night, only to find out it was a misunderstanding.
I replied, [Been drawing, just saw ur msg. Sry, Brad, I misunderstood u.]
Brad would forgive me.
At 1:30 AM, I thought Brad was already asleep. But as soon as I sent my message, Brad's voice message came back almost instantly.
It was like he had been staring at our chat window for over three hours, just waiting for my reply.
Brad: [No need 2 apologize, Jane. Jealous? Means I’m in ur heart. It’s late, u have class 2morrow. Rest up. I’ll pick u up 4 breakfast. GN.]
Was Brad trying to comfort me? I wasn't sure, but I felt comforted!
My mood brightened, and even the stars outside looked beautiful, with the wind carrying a sweet scent.
I didn't reply but placed my phone on my chest and fell asleep peacefully.
My internal clock woke me up at 6 AM sharp.
The sky was already bright, with a thin mist at the window corners, and the sky was a clear blue, probably after a light rain.
Brad's message came at 7 AM: [Come down, and I'll take you to breakfast.]
I grabbed my big bag of materials and went downstairs. As I reached the entrance, I saw Brad through the glass door, hesitating to step out.
Brad picking me up for breakfast had become a common sight at the Northern Institute of the Arts. Everyone at school knew about it.
Back then, I always walked beside Brad with ease.
But today, I found it hard to take that step. Something had changed.
He used to be my brother.
Now, he was the man I agreed to consider as my potential boyfriend.
I couldn't equate Brad with a boyfriend.
Brad must have seen me and sent another message urging me to come out quickly.
Pressing my irregularly beating heart, I awkwardly shuffled to the entrance, and my eyes lit up.
But it wasn't my fault; Brad was just too handsome.
Brad stood in the morning light like a dazzling flame, instantly catching my eye.
He was less than ten steps away, dressed simply but neatly, with short hair casually covering his forehead. He held car keys in his left hand and a large bouquet of purple daisies in his right, with morning dew still on the petals.
The flower language of daisies was hidden love.
Brad was once again telling me in his way that he loved me!
A few passing girls excitedly whispered.
"Isn't that the girl who played the guitar yesterday? She's so pretty."
"She's beautiful. Many boys in our class like her and even said they want to confess to her."
"Am I seeing things? Isn't that Brad? I can't believe I ran into Brad."
"Oh my God, are they a couple? Hurry, take a picture."
Brad, usually so composed, smiled approvingly at the girls, causing exaggerated squeals. Several particularly lively girls clutched their hearts, pretending to faint.
I felt even more embarrassed, my cheeks burning hot.
With so many people watching, how could I go out? I wanted to turn around and hide.
But Brad, being Brad, seemed unfazed by everything around him. Seeing me hesitating at the door, he curved his lips into a smile, walked over with his long legs, handed me the flowers, and pulled me out the door. "Good morning, I picked these flowers myself. Do you like them?"
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