I borrowed 100,000 dollars from a friend and wired it before they landed.
My brother had been away from home for so long; he probably missed it terribly.
Back at work, my colleagues noticed my worn-out look and asked if I was alright.
I smiled and shook my head, "It's nothing. Just burned the midnight oil last night and overslept a bit today."
I received a text from a friend, "Dinner tonight? I want you to meet someone."
Recalling my parents' stern instructions to keep my brother's death under wraps before they boarded, I quickly responded, "Sure, send me the details."
It seemed like my friends were always trying to set me up at the worst possible times—like when I was jobless, when my brother went abroad for treatment, and now, today.
My parents rarely pried into my love life, but my friends were all over it.
I arrived at the restaurant for dinner, and from across the room, my friend beckoned, "Jess, over here!"
Beside her sat a man in a sleek, modern jacket, his silver-framed glasses adding to his cool aura.
"Jess, this is Alex Ravin, a grad student from my project team. He just got back from studying medicine in Italy."
A medical student from Italy, huh?
Is this the new trend over there?