"Once?" The young doctor smiled brightly, with a hint of shyness. "Rylee, do you remember who your high school class president was?"
I stared at him for a moment, my mind racing. Finally, I read the name off his uniform badge, murmuring, "Landon Foster!"
"Was I just my glasses to you? You can't recognize me without them?"
I stammered, pointing at him. "Weren't you super nearsighted? And, uh, a little chubby?"
Actually, more than a little.
In high school, I used to sit in the back and tease the smart kids. I remember he had such thick glasses that I nicknamed him "Little Chubby."
Forgotten memories came flooding back.
I leaned in, surprised. "I knew that chubby kids are always late bloomers!"
He smiled, dimples showing. "I owe it to you. Without your teasing back then, I wouldn't have had the motivation to lose weight."
Feeling a bit guilty, I quickly changed the subject. "What about your glasses? You're not even wearing contacts now, are you?"
"I got it fixed completely."
Landon's smile grew serious. "If I could cure my half-blindness, Rylee, you should have faith in yourself. Have faith in medicine."