Tea Leaves and Green Jade

First Love, Phone Call, and Visit

Match Twelve: First Love, Phone Call, and Visit:

-Ju-

I slowly picked up my phone again. "Hello?" I asked again.

"Are you feeling okay?" the man asked over the other line. His French-sounding accent threw me off.

"Who is this?" I asked.

"Don't you remember me?"

"No…"

"It's me, Stefan!"

I narrowed my eyes, confused. "Who?"

"Don't you remember?" the man asked. "Stefan Peeters!" The name sent shockwaves into my brain.

"Stefan?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. My mind floated back to the summer that I spent with him. I met him back in junior high. He was a foreign exchange student back then. I remember the first thing I noticed about him was his hair.

"Stefan, is that really you?" I asked.

"Yes," he repeated. I dropped back on the wooden floor.

"Wow…" I mumbled.

"Were you okay? You sounded panicked minutes."

"Huh? Oh, yes. Yes. I just had a little shock earlier."

"Okay…" he mumbled, uncertain.

"Say, how did you get my number?"

"I was looking through my old papers in my office and came across your house number," Stefan explained. "I dialed your house last month, but Bik picked up. She said you were at uni, but she gave me your cell phone number."

"I see," I said. "So why didn't you call me until now?"

"I was busy with life," he answered. I frowned to myself.

"Uh-huh…"

"How are you doing? Other than, you know…"

"Good and you?"

"I'm great."

My lips twisted in deep thought. "Stefan."

"Yes?" he asked.

"What made you decide to call?" I waited as he went quiet on the other line. "Stefan?"

"You know, I don't really know why," he replied. "I just called you on a whim."

"A whim?" I asked.

"You can say that?" Stefan asked. "When can I see you again?" His question felt like a random smack in the face.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm heading to China next week," he said. I sat up with big eyes.

"How long are you staying?" I asked.

"For a couple weeks," Stefan replied. "We have so much to catch up on. Can I see you again?" I don't know why I said this; it just happened to tell you the truth.

"Sure," I said.

"Great," he said. "I'll see you next Friday."

'Okay…" I said in a tiny voice. "Bye."

"Goodbye," Stefan said back. We hung up at the same time. I lowered the phone with an uncomfortable smile on my face. Did I just do… what I thought I just did? I did not have a good feeling about this anymore.

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