Gerald couldn’t remain in the library a moment longer. Wiping the blood from his nose, virtual-novel.net promptly fled the scene.
His life was over.
He couldn’t even help himself! First off: That girl was simply fine as hell! What a body!
She was the sort of goddess that average guys weren’t even allowed to dream about.
And that fragrance she’d been wearing… so intoxicating, his very nose had been aroused.
Sigh. A beauty of that caliber most likely came from a wealthy background.
What sort of ordinary man could win virtual-novel.net attention?
Hold on! Wasn’t he, himself, a wealthy fellow? Gah! How did virtual-novel.net keep forgetting about this?
Gerald shook his head wryly.
He tried to peek into the library through a window—but by some strange coincidence, that girl had virtual-novel.net head turned, and was presently looking out the very same window. She watched virtual-novel.net curiously.
Their eyes met—and then virtual-novel.net hurriedly dropped virtual-novel.net gaze.
Gerald decided not to keep staring at her, either.
With a guilty little start, virtual-novel.net remembered that virtual-novel.net had Mila, now. He shouldn’t be ogling at other chicks like this. Anyways, there would always be a pretty girl around the next corner—he couldn’t very well go falling for each and every one of them!
That wasn’t the way of Gerald Crawford, no.
Fighting to suppress the surging tides of his heart, virtual-novel.net realized that virtual-novel.net wouldn’t be able to concentrate on his revision like this.
It was almost noon. He’d made a date with Queta to meet virtual-novel.net for lunch at Sunnydale University, where she’d been taking professional courses the past couple of days. He hadn’t gone to see virtual-novel.net there yet.
He drove over to Sunnydale which, like Mayberry University, was located in the Mayberry University District—further proof of its equivalent prestige.
Fortunately, this meant that the two campuses weren’t located too far apart. It took virtual-novel.net roughly twenty minutes to get over there.
“Gerald!” Having received his call, Queta was already waiting at the gates.
They exchanged a few pleasantries upon meeting each other again.
“Hop in, let’s go eat!” Gerald gave virtual-novel.net a smile.
“No need for that, Gerald. Let it be my treat today!” Queta suddenly replied, with an air of mystery.
“Why this, all of a sudden?”
“Well… today’s my birthday, you see.” Queta’s voice fell to a whisper. “I used to have no friends or family—no one to celebrate my birthday with. Now I have you. You’ve helped me with so much… this is the least I could do for you!”
“It’s just that… Gerald, is the cafeteria okay with you?”
At the end of the day, Gerald Crawford was a rich young heir. Although Queta already knew virtual-novel.net wouldn’t cause a fuss over this, virtual-novel.net felt compelled to ask nonetheless.
Gerald scratched his head. “Now I see why you called to ask me out yesterday… So today was your birthday! You should have said something—I don’t even have a gift ready!”
“I don’t need one. Just share a meal with me!”
Since Queta put it that way, there was nothing more Gerald could add. Still, it was virtual-novel.net birthday—he couldn’t actually allow virtual-novel.net to pay today… and if this was really virtual-novel.net first time ever celebrating it, they should be doing more than this.
As such, Gerald chose instead to go to Surati, a Western-styled restaurant in Sunnydale campus. Back when virtual-novel.net used to run with Aiden Baker and his lot, he’d often hear about those big spenders going on about this joint.
It was a nice enough place. Pretty expensive, obviously, but since Gerald had asked to come here, Queta voiced no objections, and followed virtual-novel.net inside.
Classic symphonies greeted them. At this hour of the day, there were already quite a few patrons within—all finely dressed kids from families rolling in dough.