8 Years Gap

Gap #10

Her POV

I heard him, but I don't care any less and more. He's the first one to ignore me, and then suddenly, he'll talk to me again. What's his problem? I really don't get him.

When I searched through my phone for what Renz did earlier, I felt a little annoyed. He put his contact number, address, and e-mail address with his damn full name. What the heck is this for? A text message came and speaking of the devil.

I guess you've already seen my contact information here.
If you have read this text, it means you found it. :)

He even texted it with a smiling face, but wow, he guessed the timing correctly.

Yup, you guessed it right.

I already added you to your social media account.
Please accept it? Hahaha

Sure. Hahaha

I am surprised when he suddenly called—this crazy guy. I think I won't answer and when it became a missed call, I felt relieved, but he took it away when he suddenly called again, and I almost dropped my phone.

"What the heck is your problem, and you even dared to call?" I angrily said to him over the phone. He laughed over the side of the phone and said, "You're like my wife or girlfriend who angrily answers the phone because I was not answering your calls."

I felt the string of my patience snapped. I went to the fire exit stairs and answered, "Don't you ever call me again, you jerk! Don't you ever also expect that I would like you because you're not even an ounce my type of guy!" As I hang up the phone, I felt happy that I said those insulting words to him.

When mom and I were about to leave the office, Uncle Ben called my mom that he, Risa, and Jack checked in at the hotel. I sighed, wondering why they did so. Maybe Uncle Ben and Aunt Ria fought again.

I was walking to the hotel coming from the market, and as mom made me buy some groceries to cook for dinner, I saw a drunk guy who cannot open his car door with his key. I was about to ignore him when I heard a loud bang. I looked at him, and what the hell? He stumbled his head at the car screen and vomited on the ground. Thankfully, he did not stumble on it, nor did any stains on him after that. He surprisingly stands up, went to the faucet near the park, and even cleaned his mouth. I'm disgusted right now because of the smell, but my conscience is killing me, and he washed, so I think he's still sane. Although he's the first guy I've met who washed his mouth after vomiting from being drunk. I walked towards him to ask if he's okay, as he might fall to the ground again.

I handed him a handkerchief and asked, "Are you okay, Sir?" When the guy looked at me, I was taken aback by who he is. Why is Yuki here?

"I'm okay. Who're you?" It seems like his eyesight is hazy because he's drunk. "Don't bother," I smilingly said to him and looked around if there is any bench around here. I found a bench inside the open park and said, "Let's take a seat over there." I pointed at the bench and helped him walk towards it. He's damn real heavy.