Falling in Love with Him at First Sight

Embarrassed, I waved at him and said, "Hi!"

He was out shopping for groceries too, and we pushed our carts while chatting.

I asked, "So, did you end up with a fever?"

"No, I guess my immune system is pretty strong, or maybe I was asymptomatic."

I sighed in relief. "That's good. Otherwise, I would feel terrible…"

He shook his head. "It's already happened. Not to mention where you might have caught it from, even if you did pass it to me, I wouldn't feel anything."

I let out a sigh, thinking he was quite the saint. "I really appreciate you. You even stayed to take care of me instead of leaving."

His expression suddenly turned strange.

I was confused.

"Actually I was worried about carrying the virus and affecting my parents."

I was speechless, feeling a deep sense of shame. I wished I could just disappear into a hole right then and there.

He continued, "I was afraid that you would feel too guilty at that time, so I didn't dare to say it."

Gratitude welled up inside me, but before I could express it, I heard someone call his name.

"Brandon?"

It was a well-maintained middle-aged woman, her eyes and nose resembling Brandon's quite a bit.

I guessed it was his mother.

I noticed his mom sneaking glances at me, so I smiled at her politely.

"And who is she?"

"Sarah Johnson…" Brandon hesitated, seemingly trying to figure out how to introduce me.

Just as I was about to explain, someone interrupted the awkward moment.

That person seemed to be a friend of Brandon's mom Abby, and they exchanged pleasantries for a bit.

Then she suddenly said, "You're so lucky! Your son and daughter-in-law are both so good-looking."

Abby was stunned. "Daughter-in-law?"

"Yeah! I saw them together at the hotel before. They were in the same room, aren't they a couple?!"

Abby looked over with a smile, "Oh, I didn't know that!"

I stood there stiffly, hesitating over whether to tell the truth.

But no matter how I explained, I'd probably be seen as a weirdo.

It would be a total embarrassment, and I might even get reported for violating health regulations or something.

I silently repeated "honesty and law-abiding," ready to bite the bullet and reveal the truth.

But to my surprise, Brandon took my hand. "I didn't say anything because I was afraid to feel pressured to get married."

"We've only been dating for two months," he added.

WHAT!!! Can someone please tell me what's happening right now? I thought.

I maintained an awkward yet polite smile, scratching Brandon's palm lightly.

He lowered his head to look at me.

I tried to convey my confusion through my eyes: "What's going on, dude?"

I couldn't tell if he understood, but his gaze was very firm.

"You came back together?"

"Yes, she has just graduated," Brandon responded calmly.

We had chatted a bit and exchanged some basic information during our quarantine.

Abby didn't suspect a thing. "I see."

"Mom, I'll take her shopping for a while and come back later."

Abby smiled, her eyes squinting with delight. "Alright, go on, go on."

As Brandon pulled me away, he let go of my hand once we were out of sight of them.

I glanced at my empty hand, feeling a strange sense of loss.

"I'm sorry." He said.

He frowned, looking a bit troubled.

I felt troubled too.

"So, how should I understand the current situation?"

Brandon pressed his attractive lips into a thin line, pausing for a moment.

Then he asked, with uncertainty in his voice, "Can you be my girlfriend?"