"No worries." The boy said, turning to leave.
Ivy quickly called out to him, "Hey, what's your name? I need to repay you for these."
"Nolan, but forget about the money; it wasn't much," Nolan said, leaving behind a bright, sunny smile before walking away.
Ivy looked down at the pack of sanitary pads in her hands, a warm feeling coursing through her heart as she silently repeated the boy's name, "Nolan."
The boy from her memories had grown into a handsome, suave man, now walking towards Ivy with a drink in his hand. "Here, have some juice."
Just like years ago, Nolan placed a drink before Ivy. "I don’t know your preference, so I just grabbed one at random."
"Thank you." Eighteen-year-old Ivy and the present Ivy said the same words, but it felt as though everything had changed.
Sometimes she wondered, if she had been braver back then, maybe things with Nolan wouldn't have ended up like this.
Too bad, it was all too late now.
"You still haven't told me," Nolan sat down and asked her again, "what's your relationship with the host of this party?"
Ivy snapped back from her reverie, still unsure how to answer his question.
She didn't want Nolan to know about her current 'married' status, selfishly wanting to preserve the better image he had of her.
"Why are you still so quiet, just like in the past?"
A hand lightly tapped her forehead, and Ivy looked up at Nolan, her cheeks flushing red.
"I remember back in high school you were always so silent," Nolan said, swirling his glass elegantly. "You'd get picked on, but you never said anything, as if it was all just water off a duck's back."
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