Mistaken Identity.

earing my meticulously applied makeup, I was g

grossed in an animated conversa

know it

and his face matched his WhatsApp profile picture exactly

r hair into voluminous curls and wo

I had agreed upon, albeit in a slightly different colour. But

hn, or else he wouldn't be sitting there, e

eyes crinkled with laughter, indicating just h

ldn't help but questi

tell the differen

ted to grab the pie from their tab

opped th

t as Tori made me feel

self the true girl, I couldn't be sure John

the sight any longer, I quietly turned

months ago, and since Tori and I were college cla

graduation, hoping instead to find

adn't found a job and had learn

; our friendship was mostly d

dards for boyfriends, prioritizing financial stability above all else. Whether someone wa

p of money, we got

ails about John, including specul

family seemed well-off, judging by his in-game

he streetlights flickered on, whi

eart felt weighed down by a heavy stone. Had those two hit it off and gone to

. I didn't want to wait for Tor

with my suitcase. It was better to leave this

hich was one of the reasons I felt a special connection to him.

I was back in the ci

picture remained unto

ishes, a familiar taste th

I was a so

"Hey, it's all right now. You're home. Remember?" She even promised to help me find a job the nex

had deleted them from WhatsApp and blocked their num

, but after over a year of being togethe

on my door right on time, like an alarm clo

, wiping away my tears before re

ady, I sat at th

m had prepared, I couldn't hel

I wondered why I had bothered st

ch better. My mom, while serving

on. Keeping busy was exactly what I needed

ur old neighbor Mr. Black. He started a company and needs