Serana bit her lip, silent.

Straightening up in her chair, Yasmine’s gaze grew colder. “You might not like

hearing this, but you knew what you were doing getting into this. So don’t play

the victim.”

Casting a glance at the sandwiches left on the table, Yasmine let out a sarcastic

chuckle. “To win a man’s heart, you gotta win his stomach first. Have you

managed that over all these years?”

The words were blunt, and any pretense of ignorance Serana had maintained

was now impossible to continue.

Enter title…

Perhaps Yasmine hit a particularly sore spot, Serana finally met Yasmine’s eyes.

“No one knows Boyd better than I do.”

Yasmine raised an eyebrow, resting her chin on her hand as she looked at

Serana with feigned interest, as if waiting for a sermon.d2

Serana didn’t disappoint, continuing, “Sure, you knew him before I did, but you

left his side for nine years. During those nine years, I was the one by his side.”

The expression on Yasmine’s face grew darker by several degrees. “Are you

bragging or giving me a friendly reminder of my place? That it’s about time I

stepped aside?”

Shaking her head, Serana clarified, “I’m not bragging, nor reminding you of

anything. I’m just laying out the facts to explain that I’ve grown up with him, I

know what he wants, and that’s why I’ve come to accept him being with you.”

Yasmine nodded, “It seems I should thank you for being so gracious about us

being together.”

“I know you must think I’m a fool, but if I…”

“What’s going on here?”

Boyd’s voice suddenly cut in, interrupting Serana. He placed a plate of spaghetti

in front of Yasmine. “You ordered it. You better eat it all.”

“But I didn’t say I wanted two eggs.”

“Just eat it.”

Boyd sat beside her, giving Serana a fleeting glance. “What were you two

talking about?”

Serana’s complexion paled slightly as she gently shook her head. “Nothing

important.”

Boyd turned to Yasmine, only to hear her say, “It’s not ‘nothing.’ I’m actually

quite curious about what you were about to say.”

of her

ate half her pancakes before pushing the plate towards

“Are you full?”

to himself. “I don’t think you want to hear

with a napkin, Yasmine

forces others?”

“I’m not full.”

took a bite of the half-eaten sunny-side-up egg

Yasmine smiled.

eating, Yasmine’s phone rang.

a second’s delay.

watched her, “I’ve arranged a

said, “I won’t be going to

hair back

but if Yasmine had already called for

there was nothing more he could

descended the stairs together, Yasmine acting as if nothing

the car, she reminded him, “Don’t forget about

paper.”

pulled her close, kissing her forehead, “As you

drive away, Boyd headed

If you piss

sweet-talk her.”

pulled away, Serana stood there, a picture of sadness. She

was Yasmine who couldn’t let

Serana,” the driver beside

took a deep

lingered in Yasmine’s mind. She told

to worry about it, but they always seemed

moments.

But what if…

What if what?

given the context of their conversation, it

with Serana could only happen

question remained unanswered,

seemed to avoid the issue too, rarely visiting Boyd’s home

but not absent. After all, they had grown up together.

completely cut.

of university,

were less boisterous, more silent

to advance, embarking

or fear of

like Yasmine and Boyd, these concerns held little significance. In

focus had

things, played the

could stay in school if she

challenges weren’t too great for

hesitate to refuse, seemingly

Bryson at

her, except when

had felt uneasy around Serana

that—play, and the near-death experience

She couldn’t deny Serana’s present self due

prejudices forever, but as time and

didn’t mesh.

she couldn’t shake Serana off. Her intolerance

was no

had passed

came to pick up Yasmine from school. She

passenger seat, but the driver opened the door

towards the back seat for her. Boyd was

“Mr. Boyd, you’re

even driving your

drive today. Got a dinner planned

Tired of playing

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