A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce)

Douglas' expression turned serious. "Nancy, do we really need to split hairs like this?"

He made it sound so natural that it was starting to convince me that paying him for the book was blasphemy for our friendship. Caroline had teased me about being too uptight before, so I decided to change my approach and smiled. "Fine. Thank you."

"Hello, Mr. Irvin, Nance," a soft voice suddenly interrupted. "What a coincidence."

I turned around and immediately spotted Bruce and Cindy who were standing not far away.

Bruce was holding several books and stood quietly by Cindy's side. There was a weird glint in his eyes and he was even sneering mockingly.

Cindy had come to the bookstore to find materials related to game programming. As for Bruce, it goes without saying that he came along to keep an eye on his sweetheart.

The two had been browsing the bookstore for a while but were still short on one programming book on their shopping list. They were anxiously looking around for it.

"Mr. Irvin, are you accompanying Nance to pick out books too?" Cindy blinked her doe eyes at Douglas. "Are you searching for detective fiction?"

Douglas scratched his head. "We just happened to bump into each other."

As soon as he finished speaking, I noticed a pair of eyes sweeping over from across the aisle. I glanced up and realized that it belonged to Bruce.

Our gazes met, but I pretended not to notice and turned to point at the bookshelf. "Second book from the left top shelf."

Cindy was puzzled. "What?"

"The book you're looking for," I sighed.

Cindy glanced at the spot I pointed to and exclaimed in surprise, "You're amazing, Nance!"

I smiled but didn't say anything.

The bookstore had been around for seven or eight years now. During my university days, I came here often with Bruce. I had a fair idea about the programming books inside. So how could I not know where they were?

Cindy, grateful for finding the book, smiled. "Thank you, Nance. How about we treat you and Mr. Irvin to a meal?"

Should I consider myself lucky for earning a meal by pointing out a book's location?

Douglas seemed to read my thoughts and politely declined, "You're too kind, Ms. Lane."

"How about we go to the school cafeteria?" Cindy seemed clueless and suggested, "Or how about we go to the place where you and Nance had dinner last time?"

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Cindy was something else. After all, Bruce was more familiar with that place compared to us.

So I glanced at Bruce and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Harold?"

"Let's go, Bruce." Cindy pouted and tugged at Bruce's sleeve. "I also want to give that restaurant a taste."

Bruce looked reluctant.

Seeing this, I readily agreed, "Alright, let's go there."

Half an hour later, the four of us appeared together in the school cafeteria.

Douglas was popular, so it wasn't unusual for students to come over and greet him. Plus, Bruce also attracted quite a few gazes with his smart attire.

Cindy didn't mind and even looked a little proud about it. She held the menu and giggled. "What do you want to eat, Bruce?"

"Mushroom chicken chop," Bruce hummed.

"I'll have what you're having." Cindy smiled.

It was a coincidence. Bruce sat in the same position as before and even ordered the same dish. The only difference was that his companion was no longer me. en.swhovels.net

"What about you, Nancy? Do you want the same thing?" Douglas' voice pulled me back to reality.

I immediately recalled the dinner I had at Huston Villa and shook my head. "I grew bored of that. Let's try something else."

Douglas gave me two other suggestions. Since I wasn't a picky eater, I shrugged casually. "I'll have the same as you."

The funny thing was that both Bruce and Cindy ordered the mushroom chicken chop while Douglas and `i ordered pork chop. I had to admit, it was quite tasty. én.swnovels.net