At the office, Wanda spotted me almost immediately and tugged me aside with a secretive look.
“Clyde, didn’t you say you’re going to France?”
“Yeah.”
“What a coincidence. My niece is flying out around the same time. You two should travel together.”
I opened my mouth to refuse, but Wanda brushed off my hesitation before I could even speak.
“She’s a travel blogger. Her itineraries are amazing. If she takes the lead, you’ll save yourself a ton of planning.”
She was already pulling out her phone as she added, “Great, it’s settled. I’ll send her your WhatsApp.”
I hesitated, but ultimately, the idea pulled me in. I had been overwhelmed trying to plan the trip on my own, and after years of not traveling, even the excitement felt unfamiliar.
That afternoon, I took leave to attend the anniversary celebration at my alma mater.
In front of the library, a lively group of students was laughing and taking photos. At the center stood a cheerful-looking boy, his arm loosely around a girl in a white dress.
The two of them looked striking in the sunlight.
“Kiss! Kiss! We need it for the campus couple wall.”