Before I could say anything, Isabel's face flushed with anger. "Ethan, what's gotten into you? He apologized, and you're still being so aggressive. Do you enjoy this?"
I met her furious gaze, my voice calm.
"Watching you two squirm is pretty entertaining."
With that, I left the restaurant, ignoring their indignation.
Walking down the street, I glanced back.
Mason was talking with his head down.
Isabel moved her lips, offering a comforting pat on his shoulder.
Maybe she mentioned me, her face flushing with anger again.
I gave a self-mocking smile, my eyes slightly damp.
In a daze, memories of our past came to mind.
I met Isabel in college. I had known her for four years and dated for five.
After graduation, she opted for a particular research institute while I stepped into the workforce.
As a newcomer, I was clueless about office politics, taking the fall for many things and often feeling down.
To cheer me up, she braved her fear of heights and took me bungee jumping.
Afterward, her face pale, she still asked, "Are you feeling better? If not, let's do it again."
I asked her why she would do that.