After the Storm of Love, I Found My Calm

I unknowingly found myself at the entrance of a restaurant. Despite it being summer, business was surprisingly good. Guided by the waiter, I took a seat on the second-floor terrace. After placing my order, I deliberately asked, "Do you have any small cakes? It's my birthday today."

The female server said, "Yes, happy birthday to you."

"Thank you."

As the server walked away, I heard a voice saying, "We plan to get married next month."

It was Scarlett's voice.

Turning towards the voice, I saw the dining area 16 feet to my left.

Scarlett was sitting next to Benjamin, with a young girl in her twenties sitting across from them. The girl had dyed red hair and heavy makeup.

The red-haired girl stubbornly said, "I don't believe you're getting married. You must be tricking me."

"How many times do I have to say it for you to believe me? She is my girlfriend, and we are getting married. Stop pestering me," Benjamin replied, annoyed.

"You say you are Benjamin's girlfriend? Fine, tell me then, what does Benjamin like to eat? What brand of clothes does he wear? What shoe size does he wear..."

"He likes to eat mousse cake, but it must be made with vegetable oil, or else his stomach will bother him. He only drinks iced Americano; he doesn't like pungent smell; he eats noodles without cilantro; he eats beef but not lamb. He wears clothes that are two sizes larger, likes tops from Vance & Se, suits from Yohji Yamamoto, and summer collections from Paul. He wears size 10 shoes and likes Air Jordans..." Scarlett rattled off for over ten minutes.

Listening from the second-floor terrace, I heard it all clearly and, shocked, I couldn't help but wear a wry smile...

After being together with me for five years, she had forgotten several times that I didn't eat cilantro, buying me clothes that were either too small to wear or too large.

As for coffee, it was no wonder that when we went to Starbucks several times, she would inadvertently blurt out "iced Americano" before correcting herself to cappuccino, which was my favorite.

The dishes soon arrived, along with a small cake.

I ate and watched their drama unfold.

It was quite interesting.

The red-haired girl persisted, saying, "You must have been prepped by Benjamin to say all that."

"Then how else would you believe that I am his girlfriend?" Scarlett retorted.

"You two don't look intimate at all."

Benjamin wrapped his arm around Scarlett. "Is this enough for you?"

"A hug doesn't prove much. At least give each other a kiss."

Benjamin hesitated, and Scarlett took the initiative to peck his cheek.

"Now do you believe us?" Scarlett said.

"A peck on the cheek doesn't prove anything. Give each a kiss on the lips, then I'll believe you're a couple."

My hand holding the fork froze.