Standing in the crowded airport, Summer's eyes searched for Jazz. She took out her cell phone and called him again. "Where are you, Jazz?”
"The bakery on the side."
Hearing this, Summer’s tensed body and heart eased u p instantly. She panted, patting herself on the chest in relief, knowing that Jazz had not left yet.
She carefully looked at the surrounding shops, searching one by one, until she saw a bakery.
When she walked in, Jazz was sitting on the corner table by the door, fiddling with his cell phone. He looked up and broke into a bright smile that was unique to a teenager.
"Why didn’t you go to school? What are you doing at the airport?" Summer gave him an earful.
Saying nothing but still with the corner of his mouth turning up, he rose to his feet and stood in front of her, then put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her carefully. "Let me take a look at you."
"What are you looking at?" She asked in puzzlement.
"Look what you look like when you are worried about me." Jazz said, his serious eyes focusing on hers.
Her white cheeks were the same as usual. Perhaps because of anxiety, they appeared slightly pink. There were some tiny beads of sweat on the tip of her nose, and her eyes looked anxious and angry.
She should stop this, as she roughly knew what was o n his mind. "Jazz-”
But before her voice trailed off, Jazz pressed on her shoulders with both hands to sit her down opposite him, then said, "Let me speak first.”
He then went to the counter and returned with a cake box in his hand.
Sitting down opposite her, Jazz opened the cake box accompanied by music.
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