"Hey, have you heard about Jane?", I asked Em as we munch on freshly fried pancakes, trying to fight the cold with warm breakfast.
"Jane? Jane who?", he replied, not looking at me.
"You know who...", I placed my food down the plate as I look at the students passing by the cafeteria.
"Oh, you mean Nathan?", he said and I didn't bother replying.
"Yup."
"What about him?"
"Well, I was going to ask you the same thing. Have you kept in touch with him?", I scooped a spoon-full of hot soup from my bowl of steamed macaroni, still exploring my eyes around the cold establishment.
"Not really. Why did you ask?"
"No reason."
Actually, I have a lot of reasons why. First of, every time I see you, it's like we're strangers who haven't been together ever since childhood. Second, I freaking miss you and you don't seem like you know a bit of that. It's just so frustrating. Probably because you're showing no interest at all. Well, not like I'm reaching to you out either.
"I have a pear in my bag back at room."
"Can I have some later."
"Sure."
"Yay.", then I swallowed the last piece of pancake left on my saucer.
