I stood up and said, "This is my friend. We grew up together. He's a junior in the computer science department at Turner University."

Wilson smiled. He revealed a canine tooth. "So, he's my senior."

Xavier let out a cold laugh. He didn't respond.

I reached out and pinched his sleeve. I looked at him with obedient eyes. I clearly showed I was admitting my mistake.

His expression softened noticeably.

I sensed an opportunity and was about to speak again. But then I heard Wilson say, "Would you like to sit down and join us? I get along well with Mila. It makes sense to meet her friends."

I was speechless.

Sure enough, the softened look on Xavier's face changed again.

Damn...

I was about to pull Xavier away. I wanted to explain everything to him.

Then I heard a soft female voice, "Xavier, what's wrong?"

I followed the voice and saw a woman in a white cotton dress. She walked over. Her figure was faintly visible.

Each of her steps was light and slow.

She was Xavier's ex-girlfriend.

The explanation I wanted to give got stuck in my throat. I couldn't say it.

Whether she was his ex or not had nothing to do with me, but I still felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

It must have been because he didn't eat the bento I made for him.

If he had eaten it, how could he have shown up here with his ex-girlfriend?

Xavier glanced at me. He took off his coat with no expression. He tossed it over my head.

Without turning back, he said to the girl, "It's nothing. Go back first."

I was stunned by the hit. By the time I took the coat off my head, he had already walked far away.

Wilson apologized, "Mila, did I make him uncomfortable?"

I let out an awkward laugh. I said, "Well... Actually, it's not really your fault. How about we just call it a day? We can talk another time."

For me, the game was already over. I didn't intend to interact with him any further.

After saying that, I turned to leave. He grabbed my hand and said, "I just heard the waiter say it's raining outside. I'll take you home."

Only then did I notice the streaks of water on the nearby glass window.

The neon lights' brilliant colors filtered through the rainwater. They illuminated Wilson's face.

Perhaps it was because the red light reflected in his eyes. For a moment, I felt he looked a bit gloomy.

I must have been overthinking it.

I politely declined, "No need. I drove here. It's not a problem."