My Dear Good Friend

“Cat, is that really you?”

I turn around to see a petite woman with lovely pink hair looking at me, wearing the uniform of these café. I kind of recognized her but can’t pinpoint it. “I… I am sorry, but…”

The pink hair girl rolled her eyes at me. “Oh, silly me, you probably forgot about me, it’s me, Poppy.”

Suddenly, my image of a good friend of mine from the high-school came into me, a timid petite girl with thick glasses. Her name is Poppy Pots, I defended her from the bullies and that’s how we become a good friends. I tried to warm up to her, but once again I only last like one year, because I entered the school in my senior year.

“Poppy… Pots?!” I asked her carefully.

She jumps at me with her chirpy scream. “Oh, you do remember me!” I can see Dusty and the other man trying so hard to get away from her, she is so a happy-go-lucky young woman now, unlike the shy persona that she had in High-school.

“So, what are you doing here?” Asked Poppy while taking a glance at Dusty and the oth