Seventy-five

“We're meeting here back at four.”

“Correct, I'm helping Lacey with shopping for her new place, and we're having lunch later.” She explained once again that Andreas does understand that I will meet him at the exact spot where we are standing, but he also doesn't look that trusting.

“I can always run back and get your phone.”

“Lacey has hers.”

He doesn't trust me.

He thinks it might happen all over again—that I'm going to disappear once again.

She wouldn't trust herself .

“I'm meeting you here at four.” Reassurance is what he needs. Standing on her tiptoes, Rebecca presses her lips against his, and he hums, pulling her forward and not caring about PDA. He had been feeling insecure about their relationship lately, and her small gesture of affection was enough to put his mind at ease.

Lacey is standing a few steps back, watching the exchange, she too is a bit weary about the topic. They haven't really talked about that time. Moving forward seems best, and ignoring the fact that she