Chapter 5

As I looked back to confirm if my guess was correct about who the owner of that familiar voice was, I saw Drake, who was holding the bouquet of sunflowers.

I'm right. It is indeed him.

"Hi, um, congratulations?" He greeted me as if he were not sure of what he should say.

Yeah, still the same Drake from back then.

"Pfft, is it a question or what?!" I giggled.

I somehow feel happy to know that someone is here to congratulate me.

What's more, he is someone who can make me smile, even just for a second. "Funny," I added.

"Well, sorry to say, but I'm quite mesmerized by your beauty, if I may say so." I rolled my eyes.

I'm quite surprised to see him here. He never changes; what a joker as ever.

He is Drake. Drake Bennett Peterson was both my childhood friend and my childhood sweetheart. We were quite close when we were in grade school because my mother and his mother were friends.

Although we never talked again in my middle school years, as I turned into my college years, we had ch