Sandy was back in town. After almost a year—Oh god, the baby.

Soda’s stomach churned at the thought of having to see her. He was still a bit hung up on her, he wanted to marry her.

But, despite his fear, he was forced to see her. While he was walking around town, he saw Sandy—and you. Her best friend. Well, ex-best friend. You were standing among the group of Sandy’s old friends, the admiration you had for her had become sour, your eyes said it.