"Yes, we're not from the same year because he's my senior. He was quite famous on campus back then, so almost everyone knew him."
Greg is still eating, but he's chewing slower now.
"We participated in the same theater play as representatives for our batches. That's when we got to know each other a bit. We didn't keep in touch after that, though."
"You sound like you're regretting not keeping in touch." His brow shoots up, his eyes full of accusation.
"Well, Dale is a nice guy, so I wouldn't have minded keeping him as a friend."
Having kind friends, especially those who can help you sounds really nice.
"Just as a friend?"
I chuckle, and Greg's eyes linger on my face in a strange way. I feel a bit flustered, so my cheeks must be a little red now.
"To be honest, I had a crush on him back then. Just a tiny bit."
My smile fades when I see Greg scowl like he's tasted something bad. He stops eating and takes a sip of water.
"Did you taste a bitter part?" I ask, panicking.
